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| The cool sweet breeze caresses me And makes me what I want to be. I have the pow'r to do God's will And make the raging waters still. I pray that I may ever smile And not resort to pompous guile. The things I seek all count for naught If I but do the things I ought. Rejoice and raise your voice in song. Give praise to God as day is long. Fear not to help a friend in need. That is the Master's call, indeed. | ||
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