The true picture of the past flits by. The past can be seized only as an image which flashes up at the instant when it can be recognized and is never seen again.
God knows all that's happening- Beginning to the end; His presence is my comfort; He is my dearest Friend. When sickness comes to weaken me- To bring my head down low, I call upon my mighty God; Into His arms I go.
When my heart melts within me, And weakness takes control, He gathers me into His arms- He soothes my heart and soul.
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God knows all that's happening-
Beginning to the end;
His presence is my comfort;
He is my dearest Friend.
When sickness comes to weaken me-
To bring my head down low,
I call upon my mighty God;
Into His arms I go.
When my heart melts within me,
And weakness takes control,
He gathers me into His arms-
He soothes my heart and soul.
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