Oh, bless His Name, Who is the same
As all our griefs He bore
Forgiving us of all our sins
As we His body tore.
Not that without, but that within
Which mortal eyes see not,
Too numerous for us to count,
Praise God, He has forgot.
Let us then shout with all our might
As He our victory won,
And give the glory due His Name,
God's precious Holy Son.
Michael E. Wood
Morning of March 20, 2010
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