'Noontide falls' diaporamas de présentation

In the hush of early morning, When the breeze is whisp'ring low,

In the hush of early morning, When the breeze is whisp'ring low, There's a voice that gently calls me, And its accents well I know; Here I am, O Savior, waiting, For Thy will alone is mine; This is all my crown and glory: I am Thine, and only Thine. When the noontide falls upon me,

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