Our God was at our side by night and day, shelt'ring, giving, loving, night and day He'd made a covenant with us; which covenant we broke, though better husband simply can't be found. We played the harlot; yet He cried, "Return again to Me!" There's promise that our city shall be made of sapphires, agates—gems with colors fair, and great shall be the peace of children there.
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