I am rather better this morning of my cold, praise the
Lord for this mercy, o that god would restore me to my
usual health, and he will if he has any thing
for me to do,
Amidst a thousand snares I stand.
upheld and guarded by thy hand:
thy words my fainting soul revive,
Aon keep my dying faith alive,
Grace will complete what grace begins
to save from sorrows or from sins"
the work that wisdom undertakes.
Eternal mercy never forsakes,
A sister of our church call here for a donation for
Dwight Scholarship I gave them one dollar and
wish I had more
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