How hard it is on the heart sometimes When traveling on this treacherous and narrow path But I continue to walk with you, my Savior How you instructed me to walk after You I am a stranger and prisoner in a foreign land Not loved by anyone, and by everyone forgotten My harp is hanging from the willow tree My song is dying, the strings sound not And often it happens, how cries an infant, Like so, I lament and in mourning I pray And to the glorious homeland, which I dearly love With all my heart, soul, and spirit, I look forward In the azure sky, where the sun rises There, to the skies, I direct my glance There, the tired traveler will find his shelter Where everyones desired peace And an unearthly song will sound 'on air,' With that heavenly song I will join my voice But for now, as a wanderer and prisoner on this earth I just sing my sad song...Davanti al Tuo trono 朗朗月难照人间团圆 dạyrẗ mʿ mtẖltẖạt MO PUAI HLA 坚定跟从 Láska Kristova je tak nádherná Dio è qui con noi fy ạlṣbạḥ ạlbạkr إن كانت ظروفي Беним Хазинемсин
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