Oh, these hallowed grounds - where my Lord and Master stood!
Oh, where Saints have walked, and cherished all things good.
Oh, what rich heritage have I in this church of God,
Where angels walked, where Saints all sang, where Jesus e'en has trod.
Oh, to be like Jesus, my Lord and Savior, King,
Oh, to see His face, His hands, His wounds, and everything;
Oh, to hear the angels' song - to see their glory, bright!
Oh, to walk the path Saints trod; to ever only seek the right.
They all went through trials too -- even Jesus sacrificed.
And they must have seen the face of God... and then it all sufficed.
They all carried crosses, bold, for Jesus Christ, my Lord,
They have been rewarded, as He promised in His Word.
Oh, to be God's servant, to sacrifice for Him;
Oh, to praise Him enough, for He forgave my sin.
Thank You for Your cross, my Lord, thank You for who You are.
Thank You for Your love, my God - and may no sin upon me mar.
- Hannah P. Edwards, 07.08.2015
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