Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it . . .
Prone to leave the God I love . . .
Here's my heart, oh, take and seal it for Thy courts above.
Prone to leave the God I love . . .
Here's my heart, oh, take and seal it for Thy courts above.
Here's one of my favorite choral/orchestral scenes of Thanksgiving. What a moment:
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