What did I play at?
When was I serious?
I have buried my talent?
Gathered rust rather than interest?
A fine matter it is
To save sin sick soul
Where is my treasure?
Why not on high make it gold?
Who is my master?
Self? or the drug?
Gluttons and sinners
Were the friends of the Lord
Whom is the Master!
Just a passerby
Stay with us Jesus
Bread of Angels
Drink never run dry
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