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It’s a wonderful thing to know

In this journey here below,

          He loves me, He loves me.

Now I have no worries or frets,

He forgives and forgets,

          He loves me, He loves me.

He sees the sparrow when it falls,

Hears the saint every time he calls.

The very hairs of your head have numbers,

He never sleeps, and He never slumbers.  – eab, ’72 FEB

Written in the Akron/Barberton Ohio area while driving to or from a Bible class I taught 1-2 afternoons a week at Barberton Rescue mission.

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