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| His Voice Written by Shirley Beck |
| Upon a hill top,
I heard him cry. |
| My savior so divine,
How wonderful it feels |
| To be in the open sky.
His voice is so clear to me, |
| His wisdom so divine.
Blessed is this savior, |
| So spirit free and kind.
Oh how peaceful, |
| His voice appears to be.
For within his presence, His spirit shelters me. |
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| Hebrews 13:5 I will never leave thee nor forsake thee. |
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