Gerda Borcherds

Gerda Borcherds

Gerda Borcherds
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Jesus sought me when a stranger,  Wandering from the fold of God;    He, to rescue me from danger,  Interposed His precious blood.

Prone to wander Lord, I feel it; Prone to leave the God I love. Here's my heart, O take and seal it; Seal it to Thy Courts above. (Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing)