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  1. I cried out to you, O LORD. I begged the Lord for mercy, saying, “What will you gain if I die, if I sink into the grave? Can my dust praise you? Can it tell of your faithfulness? Hear me, LORD, and have mercy on me. Help me, O LORD.” You have turned my mourning into joyful dancing. You have taken away my clothes of mourning and clothed me with joy, that I might sing praises to you and not.
  2. And in despair I bowed my head 'There is no peace on earth,' I said, 'For hate is strong and mocks the song Of peace on earth, good will to men.' Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: 'God is not dead, nor doth He sleep; The wrong shall fail, the right prevail With peace on earth, good will to men.' Till ringing, singing on its way.
  3. Mar 09,  · In his short story, “Cathedral”, Raymond Carver says, “they talked of things that had happened to them-to them!-these past ten years. I waited in vain to hear my name on my wife’s sweet lips: ‘and then my dear husband came into my life’-something like that.
  4. 'Holy, holy, holy is the Lord Almighty; the whole earth is full of his glory. At the sound of their voices the doorposts and the thresholds shook and the temple was filled with smoke. 'Woe to me' I cried. 'I am ruined! For I am a man of unclean lips, and I live among a people of unclean lips, and my eyes have seen the King, the Lord Almighty'.
  5. More and more I'm forgetting the past More and more I'm living at last Day by day I'm losing my blues More and more I'm forgetting about you And oh how I tried to keep you by my side And oh how I cried the day you said goodbye Day by day I'm losing my blues More and more I'm forgetting about you But oh how I tried to keep you by my side.
  6. Charles Billingsley sings "I Bowed on My Knees and Cried Holy" on Feb. 3rd, at the First Baptist Church of Jacksonville, Florida during their annual Pastor's Conference. I was there. Great Service.
  7. And now I am old, I would fain die a natural death, or like a soldier in the field, with honor, and not to have a sharp stake set in the gound, and thrust into my fundament, and to have my skin flayed off by piece-meal, and cut in pieces and bits, and my flesh roasted and thrust down my throat, as these people have done, and I know will be done.

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