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Veiling their faces 'neath their wings
Around the throne of God.
Around the throne of God.
Thy faults were slight and few
As human faults could be,
And thy virtues were as many too,
As gems beneath the sea;
And thy thoughts did heavenward roam
Until, like links of gold,
They drew thee up to thy blue home
Within the Saviour's fold.
As human faults could be,
And thy virtues were as many too,
As gems beneath the sea;
And thy thoughts did heavenward roam
Until, like links of gold,
They drew thee up to thy blue home
Within the Saviour's fold.
