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“We all with open face beholding, as in a glass, the glory
of the Lord, are changed into the same image.”
2 Cor. iii. 18.
But in another glass I scan,
Hiding His heavenly rays,
The image of the Son of Man,
And kindle as I gaze.
Hiding His heavenly rays,
The image of the Son of Man,
And kindle as I gaze.
In deepest sense of my desert
Thus daily let me die,
If so I may but touch the skirt
Of His great charity!
Thus daily let me die,
If so I may but touch the skirt
Of His great charity!
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