Songs of the Soul/Part 1/One Friend

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ONE FRIEND

Many clouds do race to hide Thee—Of friends and wealth and fame—And yet through mist of tears I seeAppear Thy Golden Name.Each time my father, mother, friendsDo loudly claim they did me tend,I wake from sleep to sweetly hearThat Thou alone didst help me here.
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