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“I will be glad in the Lord.” Psalm civ. 34.—Anonymous. |
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“I will be glad in the Lord.” Psalm civ. 34.—Anonymous.
When morning's first and hallowed ray
Breaks with its trembling light,
To chase the pearly dews away,
Bright tear-drops of the night,—
Breaks with its trembling light,
To chase the pearly dews away,
Bright tear-drops of the night,—
My heart, O Lord, forgets to rove,
But rises gladly free,
On wings of everlasting love,
And finds its home in Thee.
But rises gladly free,
On wings of everlasting love,
And finds its home in Thee.
When evening's silent shades descend,
And nature sinks to rest,
Still to my Father and my Friend
My wishes are addressed.
And nature sinks to rest,
Still to my Father and my Friend
My wishes are addressed.
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Though tears may dim my hours of joy,
And bid my pleasures flee,
Thou reign'st where grief cannot annoy;
I will be glad in Thee.
And bid my pleasures flee,
Thou reign'st where grief cannot annoy;
I will be glad in Thee.
And e'en when midnight's solemn gloom,
Above, around, is spread,
Sweet dreams of everlasting bloom
Are hovering o'er my head.
Above, around, is spread,
Sweet dreams of everlasting bloom
Are hovering o'er my head.
I dream of that fair land, O Lord,
Where all thy saints shall be;
I wake to lean upon thy word,
And still delight in Thee.
Where all thy saints shall be;
I wake to lean upon thy word,
And still delight in Thee.
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