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My Song by John W. Peterson Why should I sing of lesser things And things that pass away When I’ve a friend like Jesus now To sing about each day I have no song to sing But that of Christ my King To Him my praise I’ll bring Forever more! His love beyond degree, His death that ransomed me Now and eternally I’ll sing it o’er. I find no more delight in other songs My melody of love to Christ belongs; I have no song to sing But that of Christ my King To Him my praise I’ll bring For-ev-er-more! |