The Bright Heavenly Way New Song

The breta neyway before me, last.

Clearly in my side, and the truble sore beside.

Me, and so rose black as mine.

Both the sponer from the sky.

Makes every darkling shadow fly.

Well. We trust in Father.

On song hum.

Will shall aver Vagre's.

Drawing me over too. That's city.

Yet seen by faith alone, longing.

For the Father's mansions and rest before.

The throne, all unworthy, though I beve.

There is well. Come therefore me.

For the king, his father aunt Soonghum

God, and safe your roof his own