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great is his love, and large his grace,
through the redemption of his son:
he turns our feet from sinful ways.
[Aan] pardon what our hands have done.
My poor child was this day one year, very sick and she had but
a few more sands in her glass to run, the deat of this Dear child,
caused my heart again to bleed and tears to flow, though
we may live many years and see good in them all, yet let us
remember the days of darkness, for they to will be many it
is decreed by infinite wisdom alone, that through much
tribulation we must enter into the kingdom of heaven,