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From:
The Loveliness of Christ
By:
Samuel J. Rutherford
I am like a low man looking up to a high mountain, whom weariness and fainting overcometh. I would climb up, but I find that I do not advance in my journey as I would wish; yet I trust he shall take me home against night.
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