English poem
Soul
My soul is in my hand: I have no fear,-- In His dear might prepared for weal or woe. But hark! a grand mysterious harmony: It floods me, like the deep and solemn sound Of many waters.
Versos English John Henry Newman Soul
Versos English John Henry Newman Soul
English poem
My soul is in my hand: I have no fear,-- In His dear might prepared for weal or woe. But hark! a grand mysterious harmony: It floods me, like the deep and solemn sound Of many waters.