a poem on the purpose of God I. Dead in sin are countless numbers, Neither seeking God nor life.Worries of the world encumbers, Head and heart all full of strife. II. Hopeless striving to be righteous, Filthy rags are all we bring.Yet the Father here invites us, Chosen by His sovereignty. III. Nothing lovely, Nothing […]

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