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Now are We the Sons of God [Out of Print]

Composer:
Clara Warren
Text Source:
Isa 2: 22; Job 14: 1; Ps 103: 15-16; Gen 1: 27; I John 3: 2
Publisher:
RD Row

Lyrics

Cease ye! Cease ye! Cease ye! Cease ye from man, whose breath is in his nostrils: for wherein is he to be accounted of? Man that is born of a woman is full of trouble. He springeth up as the grass: as the

flower of the field, he flourisheth. For the wind bloweth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more. God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he him. Beloved,

Beloved, now are we the sons of God, now are we the sons of God, and it doth not yet appear what we shall be: but we know that, when he shall appear, we shall be like him.

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