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“ONCE”
O Lord, I thank
thee for the love
That makes my life so bright;
For this I praise thee Sunday morn,
But not on Sunday night.
I’m glad to hear our singers chant
My pure and deep delight;
On Sunday morn I hear them sing,
But not on Sunday night.
I love to hear our preacher speak,
His views are sound and right;
They feed my soul on Sunday morn,
But not on Sunday night.
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