Sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount! I'm fixed upon it,
Mount of thy redeeming love...
Joy comes from Jesus, so my joy should come from trusting him, even when it feels hopeless.
I wasn't honest, I didn't tell you how I felt, I'm not sure it would have been appropriate...
Satisfaction is not found in me.
Wait in his wings...
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