He Is A Bird
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He is a bird round which a trap is closed,
A leaking ship unfit for a wild sea,
An empty vessel and a withered tree,
Who lays aside God’s wishes unimposed.
He is the sun’s bright rays,
Pure gold and fine
M-m-m...
He is the sun’s bright rays,
Pure gold and fine
M-m-m...
A silver chalice overfilled with wine,
Holy and happy, beautiful in love
Who does the will of God
In Heav’n above.
Who lays aside God’s wishes unimposed.
He is the sun’s bright rays,
Pure gold and fine
M-m-m...
He is the sun’s bright rays,
Pure gold and fine
M-m-m...
He is the sun’s bright rays,
Pure gold and fine
M-m-m...
He is the sun’s bright rays,
Pure gold and fine
M-m-m...