Spiritual Melody Containing near Three Hundred Sacred Hymns. By Benjamin Keach |
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HYMN 122.
[Thy Church, Lord, in her self is poor]
Exod. 3. 2. And the Angel of the Lord appeared unto him in a flame of Fire out of the midst of a Bush.
Thy Church, Lord, in her self is poor,
Like to a Bramble dry;
'Tis, Lord, in thee, in thee alone
Doth all her glory lye.
Like to a Bramble dry;
'Tis, Lord, in thee, in thee alone
Doth all her glory lye.
But though a Bush, yet in it thou
Dost dwell for evermore,
And therefore she is not consum'd
Ev'n now as heretofore.
Dost dwell for evermore,
And therefore she is not consum'd
Ev'n now as heretofore.
This Bush long time on fire has been,
O 'tis a wond'rous sight,
Though in the fire, yet not burn'd,
This may our Souls invite
O 'tis a wond'rous sight,
Though in the fire, yet not burn'd,
This may our Souls invite
To take a view, as Moses did,
O why is this thing so?
Alas, thy Church is dear to thee,
Beyond all things below!
O why is this thing so?
Alas, thy Church is dear to thee,
Beyond all things below!
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O then let all those precious Birds
Who in this Bush are hid,
Sing forth thy praise continually,
And none their Souls forbid.
Who in this Bush are hid,
Sing forth thy praise continually,
And none their Souls forbid.
The time of singing, O 'tis come,
Since the sweet Turtle-Dove
Did let us hear, in this our Land,
His voice from Heav'n above.
Since the sweet Turtle-Dove
Did let us hear, in this our Land,
His voice from Heav'n above.
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