The soul that on Jesus has leaned to repose, I will not, I will not deserve to it’s foes; that soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake, I’ll never, no never, no never forsake!
The soul that on Jesus has leaned to repose, I will not, I will not deserve to it’s foes; that soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake, I’ll never, no never, no never forsake!