When the battle is great And the foes are many, Think on My promises; I'm the hand that catches your fall. When darkness surrounds And guilt wells up in your soul, Think on My grace; I'm the One who paid for it all. Lean harder still, harder on Me. Lean harder still, harder on Me. Faith is the substance of all things hoped for, The evidence of things not seen. So lean harder still, for those who wait on Me Will never be ashamed.Libertà Он живущий под покровом When all the saints Теңир таза жүрөктөрдү чогултуп Чӣ хел ман ба осмонҳо расам? موت ابن Киелі кітап Напред върви! На полях Вифлеема Я говорю с Тобой
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