Desiring to lower her standards
They watch every move that she makes
They long to find fault with her teaching
But really she makes no mistakes

I am glad I have learned of her meekness
I am glad that my name is on her book
For I want to be one never fearing
The face of my Saviour to look

And when He come up descending from Heaven
On a cloud like He said in His word
I'll be joyfully carried to meet Him
On the wings of the great speckled bird

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