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As the lily of the valley,
White and pure and sweet,
As the lowly violet trodden
Under wandering feet;
As the rose amidst the briars
Fresh and fair is found,
Heedless of the tangled thicket,
And the thorns around—
As the sun-flower ever turning
To the mighty sun,
With the faithfulness of fealty
Following only one—
So make me, Lord, to Thee.
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LYRICS
Meter:
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8 5 8 5 T 6
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1898
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Bible Refs:
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echo ' | ';
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