Sunday Greetings from Hartwood, Virginia
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Psalm 42
As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.
My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?
My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?
When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude
I went with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday.