O my Jesus, how I love you and know that you are always near. These beautiful words of a Sabbath School hymn in 1865, just speak to my heart. "Sweet is the precious gift of prayer, to bow before a throne of grace. To leave our every burden there and gain new strength to run our race. To gird our heavenly armor on, depending on the Lord alone." All glory and honor, to you, my Jesus. Amen.
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