Through this world of toil and snares,
If I falter, Lord, who cares?
Who with me my burden shares?
None but Thee, dear Lord, none but Thee.
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Through many dangers, toils and snares
I have already come.
Twas Grace that brought me safe thus far,
And Grace will lead me home.
Happy Easter, Greg.
When I've been there 10,000 years bright shining as the sun – I've no less days to sing God's praise than when I first begun. He has risen indeed. Blessings on you and your household.