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TRANSLATION FROM THE FRENCH OF CESAR MALAN.
O beautiful upon the mountains,
The feet of messengers of peace!
Lead them by the living fountains,
Blessed Spirit in Thy grace.
May I love to hear them, Lord,
A new heart to me afford.
The feet of messengers of peace!
Lead them by the living fountains,
Blessed Spirit in Thy grace.
May I love to hear them, Lord,
A new heart to me afford.
In the wilderness, unguided,
Far from Christ I wander'd long,
While my enemy derided
All my woes, and led me wrong.
Had not Thy love me preserv'd,
I had gain'd what I deserv'd!
Far from Christ I wander'd long,
While my enemy derided
All my woes, and led me wrong.
Had not Thy love me preserv'd,
I had gain'd what I deserv'd!
My restless soul, though full of sadness,
Dared sometimes to think of God,
And could find none other gladness
In this earth, her drear abode:
But my blessed Saviour spake,
And my chain of sorrow brake.
Dared sometimes to think of God,
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In this earth, her drear abode:
But my blessed Saviour spake,
And my chain of sorrow brake.
Since that day of heavenly splendour
Bursting on me from above,
I have known my Father tender,
I have found Him full of love:
And from Christ I have receiv'd
The gracious Spirit I had griev'd.
Bursting on me from above,
I have known my Father tender,
I have found Him full of love:
And from Christ I have receiv'd
The gracious Spirit I had griev'd.
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