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These are three,
And just out of reach
But within our grasp,
And to each we cling:
The first, faith...
The substance of the
desire of our heart
The evidence of a gift
not yet seen;
The next, hope...
The anchor of the soul
sunk deeper than deep
The promise of a heart
washed cleaner than clean;
And the greatest of these,
love...
The only heaven on
earth possible, so pure
God through His Son,
oh so sure.
1 Cor 13:13
Hebrews 6:19
Hebrews 11:1
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