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SACRED HOURS.
O sacred hours! how sweet are ye!
Nothing on earth so sweet can be:
Ye teach my humble faith to see
That God is present here.
Yes, sacred hours! I would not part
With the sweet peace ye bring my heart,
For all that riches can impart,
Or royal mansions bear.
Nothing on earth so sweet can be:
Ye teach my humble faith to see
That God is present here.
Yes, sacred hours! I would not part
With the sweet peace ye bring my heart,
For all that riches can impart,
Or royal mansions bear.
O sacred hours! like angels bright,
Ye come from heav'n enrob'd in light—
Then stay! O stay your rapid flight!
Ye blest ones from on high.
To you, sweet hours, 'tis wisely giv'n
To heal the hearts which sin hath riv'n,
To breathe in man the breath of heav'n,
And fit him for the sky.
Ye come from heav'n enrob'd in light—
Then stay! O stay your rapid flight!
Ye blest ones from on high.
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To heal the hearts which sin hath riv'n,
To breathe in man the breath of heav'n,
And fit him for the sky.
O sacred hours! no tongue can tell
What raptures in my bosom swell,
Whilst o'er my soul ye cast your spell
And breathe the life of love!
Ye brightest gems of time to me!
Wing'd heralds of eternity!
That bring me near the Deity—
O burn me up with love!
What raptures in my bosom swell,
Whilst o'er my soul ye cast your spell
And breathe the life of love!
Ye brightest gems of time to me!
Wing'd heralds of eternity!
That bring me near the Deity—
O burn me up with love!
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