July 16
My Lord Supreme, my Lord Supreme,I do not want to see the flower-face
Of my own victory;
But I wish to be the heart-fragrance
Of Your supreme Victory,
With Your Grace infinite, eternal
and immortal.
I do not want to see the flower-face
Of my own victory;
But I wish to be the heart-fragrance
Of Your supreme Victory,
With Your Grace infinite, eternal
and immortal.
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