"What language shall I borrow To thank Thee, dearest Friend, For this, Thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end? O make me Thine forever, And should I fainting be, Lord, let me never, never Outlive my love for Thee."

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Source: Robert Morgan (2005). “Come Let Us Adore Him: Stories Behind the Most Cherished Christmas Hymns”, p.73, Thomas Nelson Inc

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Robert Morgan

Poet, Novelist

Robert Morgan is a celebrated poet and novelist known for his vivid depictions of Appalachian life and nature, particularly in works like 'Gap Creek'.

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