To you, my God, the soul aims, as the fallow deer hurries to drain water. My spirit freely will be settled in the coming world of God of forces. I hope only on Him. Heir of Reign of life I. In вретище…To you, my God, the soul aims, as the fallow deer hurries to drain water. My spirit freely will be settled in the coming world of God of forces. I hope only on Him. Heir of Reign of life I. In вретище to Him I appeal, as a wanderer clinging to in Skies. And to hug a flesh so God hankers after, when I will be пред Throne I. Opened eyes to me He once and I pour out a spirit it I. In fact gladness from Sky I anticipate and I glorify the heart of God.
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