"My Saviour wept that all tears might be wiped from my eyes, groaned that I might have endless song...bore a thorned crown that I might have a glory-diadem, bowed his head that I might lift mine...Go forth, O conquering God, and show me the cross, mighty to subdue, comfort and save."
The Valley of Vision
{Love Lustres at Calvary}
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