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My help comes from the Lord,
the Maker of Heaven and earth,
He will not let your foot slip-
He who watches over you will not slumber.
-Psalms 121:2,3

 
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Saturday, March 26, 2005

(A Favorite Hymn)



My God, I Love Thee


My God, I love Thee, not because I hope for heav'n some day
Nor yet for fear that loving not I might forever die
But for that You did all mankind upon the cross embrace
For us did bear the nails and spear, and manifold disgrace

And griefs and torments numberless, and sweat of agony
Even death itself and all for man, who was Your enemy
Then why, most loving Jesus Christ, should I not love You well?
Not for the sake of winning heav'n nor any fear of hell

Not with the hope of gaining all, not seeking a reward
But as You first have loved me, O everloving Lord!
Even so I love You, and will love, and in Your praise will sing.
Solely because You are my God and my eternal King!

Words by Fransis Xavier

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