The hand that feeds me
eyes that see me, every where
The land that embraces me
every where it takes me, with care
Wind that awakens
waves that shaken, take me there
For the Saviour knows my name
John, will you make His paths straight
Through hills and plains
Jesus will not be late
To save another soul that pains
The name that washes away shame
The maker and begotten
The fiery golden flame
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