God’s Grace On Thee
God's grace on thee,
Where all men worship.
Those beauty eyes o' thee,
The smile on thine gentle lips.
Thy tender heart's the wind.
Blowst in winter with warm embrace.
The frozen life o' those who seen,
Burnth by the presence o' thine lovely face.
Men shall've thee unnoticed not;
E'en angels bow down at thee,
The finest creation o' all His pot.
Then 'ere I stand o' a pilgrim,
Follow those angels that worship,
God's grace on thee which never dim.
Have Thou Notice Ever?
Have thou notice ever?
When thou stand by the mirror,
It looketh at thee in admire.
In silence always ‘tis rejoicing,
Speechless the mirror unquestioning,
O’ where thine beauty mayeth be coming.
‘twas His work un-doubtfully,
God’s hands toucheth were so clearly,
That showeth in thee amazingly.
When thou stand by the mirror,
It looketh at thee in admire.
In silence always ‘tis rejoicing,
Speechless the mirror unquestioning,
O’ where thine beauty mayeth be coming.
‘twas His work un-doubtfully,
God’s hands toucheth were so clearly,
That showeth in thee amazingly.
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