The phrase "On my faintly throbbing breast" resonates through 1 hymns, touching hearts across generations.
On my faintly throbbing breast
...When my weary hands are folded
On my faintly throbbing breast,
And my soul has spread her pinions...
When my weary hands are folded
On my faintly throbbing breast,
And my soul has spread her pinions
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