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193 Kay



I love the Lord for what He's done;
'Tis thru the merits of His Son;
I feel my sins are all forgiv'n,
And I've a resting place in heav'n.

But oh when that last conflict's o'er,
And I am chained to earth no more,
With what glad accents I shall rise
To join the music of the skies.

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