O my soul, you doubt— feeling condemnation here, where there is none. Is God your enemy? No, Your champion! Strive not as if alone where Love is written, plain— He did not spare His Son. .
O my soul, you doubt— feeling condemnation here, where there is none. Is God your enemy? No, Your champion! Strive not as if alone where Love is written, plain— He did not spare His Son. .