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Bill And Gloria Gaither

I see 'Twas Grace that taught my heart to fear And Grace my fears relieved How precious did that Grace appear The hour I first believed Through many dangers, toils, and

is well with my soul And Lord haste the day when my faith shall be sight And the clouds be rolled back as a scroll The trump shall resound and the Lord

merry and bright And may all your Christmases be white I'm dreaming of a white Christmas With every Christmas card I write May your days be merry and

from Emmanuel's vein; and sinners plunged beneath that flood lose all their guilty stains. Lose all their guilty stains, lose all their guilty stains; and

we have seen the star and have come to worship him we have seen the star and have come to worship him

on water? Mary, did you know That your baby boy, would save our sons and daughters? Did you know That your baby boy, has come to make you new? And this