Victory

Dear God, Thy love surrounds me even here,Right where I stand, though heavy seems the press.Help me to know that Thou art very near,O Love, that I may feel Thy loveliness!

Dear God, I thank Thee for this very hour;I know Thy precious love does hold me fast,And tenderly I feel Thy wondrous powerUplifting, shielding, till the storm is past.

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