Take sapphires, rubies, diamonds bright;
Each stone aglitter with starlight,
And with these gems a harp then mould
With finest strings of purest gold.
A cherub then to pluck the strings,
While by his side, with folded wings,
In dulcet tones an angel sings,
In praise of Him, the King of Kings.
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This is really lovely, Dennis.
I’m glad you liked it Sandra.
Should be set to music.
Nothing but the best for the best.