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THE HEART THAT IS HARD TO WIN.
Is there a heart that is hard to win,
A heart to itself untrue?
Never is heart so wrapped in sin
That the light cannot creep through.
Never are feet so slow to climb
As the feet too softly shod;
Never is life so full, sublime,
As the life that leads to God.
A heart to itself untrue?
Never is heart so wrapped in sin
That the light cannot creep through.
Never are feet so slow to climb
As the feet too softly shod;
Never is life so full, sublime,
As the life that leads to God.
