Do you love Jesus sooo much
that you obey Him in the crunch? -eab, 2/4/09
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Lord, You’ll have to defeat the devil.
We don’t have the strength.
We can’t do it alone, we can’t do it at length.
Lord, You’ll have to defeat the enemy,
Time and time again,
But there’s coming a day,
O glorious day,
When the battle will end.
There’s a the battle will end,
For the blood-washed of all ages,
The simple and the sages,
The kings and their pages.
There’s a final victory coming,
When the battle will be won.
Trials will end, Christ will descend,
The Father’s Redeeming Son. – eab, 3/78
Written in Friendsville, Blount County, Tennessee.
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My Father is rich in houses and lands,
He holdeth the wealth of the world in His hands!
Of rubies and diamonds, of silver and gold,
His coffers are full, He has riches untold.
Refrain
I’m a child of the King,
A child of the King:
With Jesus my Savior,
I’m a child of the King.
My Father’s own Son, the Savior of men,
Once wandered on earth as the poorest of them;
But now He is pleading our pardon on high,
That we may be His when He comes by and by.
I once was an outcast stranger on earth,
A sinner by choice, an alien by birth,
But I’ve been adopted, my name’s written down,
An heir to a mansion, a robe and a crown.
A tent or a cottage, why should I care?
They’re building a palace for me over there;
Though exiled from home, yet still may I sing:
All glory to God, I’m a child of the King.
Harriet Eugenia Peck Buell died this date (2/6/1910) in WDC. She was a NY girl and though living in WDC she had a summer home at Thousand Islands, NY.