Dear little lamb on the Shepherd's breast,
Closely enfolded, how sweet is your rest;
Forever shielded from earthly alarms,
Perfectly safe in His mighty arms.
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COMFORT FOR THE WEAK As this old body gets weak And the pain grows great, And I find it hard to pray, As my headaches get worse everyday. I ...
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