English poem
Iv
Once He wore our flesh in weakness, Once He suffered, once in meekness Gave Himself for sin to die. Now no longer pain He knoweth: Perfect peace for ever floweth, Perfect joy is ever nigh.
Versos English John Brownlie Iv
Versos English John Brownlie Iv
English poem
Once He wore our flesh in weakness, Once He suffered, once in meekness Gave Himself for sin to die. Now no longer pain He knoweth: Perfect peace for ever floweth, Perfect joy is ever nigh.