G-ive me Your love, O Lord,
R-ight before my eyes;
E-very hour, embrace me,
T-hrough the lows and
H-ighs.
N-eed your love, O Father,
O-n the twenty-third of June;
V-iew my darkest moment
I-n the night neath the moon.
C-rying in the cold rain
I-s one thing I cannot afford;
O-pen Your loving arms, give me Your love, O Lord.
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