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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
At His Feet by Puran Singh first published in 1922. They ask me to say something about Guru Gobind Singh; they ask me what is He to me? I tremble when they ask me, what is He to me ? Unable to say anything in reply, I burst forth into child like cries of both joy and pain, and I faint away, knowing not what is He to me ! Only I say Guru Glorious, Guru Glorious, Guru Glorious, and I am consoled. I slumber in His Lap soothed by the lullabies of my own sound, knowing not what is He to me !
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
At His Feet by Puran Singh first published in 1922. They ask me to say something about Guru Gobind Singh; they ask me what is He to me? I tremble when they ask me, what is He to me ? Unable to say anything in reply, I burst forth into child like cries of both joy and pain, and I faint away, knowing not what is He to me ! Only I say Guru Glorious, Guru Glorious, Guru Glorious, and I am consoled. I slumber in His Lap soothed by the lullabies of my own sound, knowing not what is He to me !