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| Against the Tide II |
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Oh Lord–at work They do not speak of Thee But in the mocking words Of blasphemy! Their talk defiles I cannot move away Within that atmosphere I have to stay My precious child This is your mission field Those hardened hearts Will surely yield I cannot take you Out from there I place you back With loving care Through you I would Their conscience wake Through you to show The cost at stake Through you to win Their souls at last For life’s soon gone And chances past Your word, your smile May be the seed That one day makes them See their need I cannot take you Out from there I place you back With loving care! |