Songs of the Soul/Part 1/One Friend
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ONE FRIEND
Many clouds do race to hide Thee—
Of friends and wealth and fame—
And yet through mist of tears I see
Appear Thy Golden Name.
Each time my father, mother, friends
Do loudly claim they did me tend,
I wake from sleep to sweetly hear
That Thou alone didst help me here.
Of friends and wealth and fame—
And yet through mist of tears I see
Appear Thy Golden Name.
Each time my father, mother, friends
Do loudly claim they did me tend,
I wake from sleep to sweetly hear
That Thou alone didst help me here.