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Hetty Bowman - Thou wilt draw nigh! Father - it is no...

Thou wilt draw nigh!
Father - it is no dream that Thou art near -
No dream that, in my sin and misery,
I may look up to Thee,-
May hide beneath the shadow of Thy wings,
From all the restlessness of outward things,
And from my own heart's self-accusing fears -
For Thou art nigh. (Hetty Bowman)

Thou wilt draw nigh! Father - it is no dream that Thou art near - No dream that, in my sin and misery, I may look up to Thee,- May hide beneath the shadow of Thy wings, From all the restlessness of outward things, And from my own heart's self-accusing fears - For Thou art nigh.

Hetty Bowman

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