They Follow Me

All the days of my life, the promise stands,Goodness and mercy shall follow me;Day by day grace I accept from Thy handsGoodness unfolding eternally.

Life's budding springtime in mercy grew;Blossoms of goodness in summer came;Autumn is rich in its fruitage, too.Shall not life's winter be blessed the same?

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