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What a beautiful thought |
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I am thinking |
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Concerning the great speckled bird |
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And to know that my name is recorded |
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On the pages of |
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God's holy word |
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Desiring to lower her standards |
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They watch every move that she makes |
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They long to find fault with her teaching |
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But really she makes no mistakes |
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I am glad |
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I have learned of her meekness |
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I am glad that my name is on her book |
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For I want to be one never fearing |
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The face of my |
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Saviour to look |
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And when he come up descending from |
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HeavenOn a cloud like he said in his word |
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I'll be joyfully carried to meet him |
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On the wings of the great speckled bird |