"From this door
for a voyage without return
they went, their eyes fixed
on the infinite suffering."
Kayaking to Goree Island with Katie (summer intern) her last week
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A journey in far away lands
Come Thou Fount of every blessing tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing, call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet, sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount! I'm fixed upon it, mount of God's unchanging love.
O to grace how great a debtor daily I'm constrained to be!
Let that grace now like a fetter, bind my wandering heart to Thee.
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 for Thy courts above.
Here's my heart, O take and seal it for Thy courts above.
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