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HYMN.
God of the Sabbath, calm and still,
Father, in whom we live and move,
How do our trembling bosoms thrill
With words which tell us of thy love!
Father, in whom we live and move,
How do our trembling bosoms thrill
With words which tell us of thy love!
Thine heralds, speaking of the tomb,
The organ's voice, the censer's flame,
The solemn minister's shadowy gloom,
Awe us, and make us fear thy name.
The organ's voice, the censer's flame,
The solemn minister's shadowy gloom,
Awe us, and make us fear thy name.
The earthquake, opening deep its graves,
The lightning, running down the sky,
The great sea, lifting up its waves
Speak of thine awful majesty!
The lightning, running down the sky,
The great sea, lifting up its waves
Speak of thine awful majesty!
But once thou camest in Eden's prime,
Lord of the soul, to talk with men,
And in the cool of eventime
Thou seemest with us, now as then.
Lord of the soul, to talk with men,
And in the cool of eventime
Thou seemest with us, now as then.
For when our trembling souls draw near,
And silence keeps the earth and sea,
Thou speak'st, with no interpreter
To stand between our hearts and thee!
And silence keeps the earth and sea,
Thou speak'st, with no interpreter
To stand between our hearts and thee!
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