Poetry Sweet is the dew that falls betimes, And drops upon the leafy limes; Sweet Hermon’s fragrant air: Sweet is the lily’s silver bell, And sweet the wakeful tapers smell That watch for early prayer. Sweet the young nurse, with love intense, Which smiles o’er sleeping innocence; Sweet when the lost arrive; Sweet the musician’sContinue reading “Adoration”
I Love Praise and Worship 