I pour out my heart to the Lord,
And the Father, hears his child,
Always and ever abiding,
Saving me, His precious child.
Father of the fatherless,
Defense of the weak,
Beyond His favour,
There is nothing that I seek.
Let my trust in you,remain
Like that of a child,
I need, nothing, beyond it,
You, my father,and I your child.
Reginald Jacob ©4/January 1919
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