| O Lord, Your spirit fell settling as the seal, the pledge, and surety of Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done. Your promises, We groan, O Lord, (longing, for new heav'n the casting off Walk my faith, O Lord, to Canaan's edge-- | like quail and manna the dew-Christ rose-- for the milk-and-honey promise So give us this day our daily bread: Your providence. we rabble-rouse craving) and earth-- of mortal cloth. through wilderness Jerusalem. |
Sunday, August 31, 2014
We Know That If Our Earthly House of This Tabernacle Were Dissolved, We Have a Building of God
