why is there no calls for interiews? i tot the economy is picking up?

When I Survey the Wondrous Cross

When I survey the wond'rous cross

On which the Prince of Glory died

My richest gain I count but loss

And pour contempt on all my pride

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,

Save in the death of Christ, my God;

All the vain things that charm me most

I sacrifice them to His blood

See from His head, His hands, His feet

Sorrow and love flow mingled down

Did e'er such love and sorrow meet

Or thorns compose so rich a crown

Were the whole realm of nature mine,

That were an off'ring far too small:

Love so amazing, so divine

Demands my soul, my life, my all

Demands my soul, my life, me all.

BORED

i have no mood to work!

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花生加油！