He gave me beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, The garment of praise, when I had the spirit of heavyness; that we might be (called) trees of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that He might be glorified.Láskavý náš Tešiteľ Mba soraty ao am-poko Ասա, երգիր և դավանիր GOD IS CALLING YET Когда я молчал, Ты пел для меня Высока Госпад Не мутлу. мемурлар 84 Аз искам да съм като Теб Поведи нас в глубины Бога Stań, bracie miły, stań!
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