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HYMNS.
I.
TRUST IN GOD.
Thou art, O Lord! my only trust,
When friends are mingled with the dust,
And all my loves are gone;
When earth has nothing to bestow,
And every flower is dead below,
I look to thee alone.
When friends are mingled with the dust,
And all my loves are gone;
When earth has nothing to bestow,
And every flower is dead below,
I look to thee alone.
Thou wilt not leave, in doubt and fear,
The humble soul, who loves to hear
The lessons of thy word;
When foes around us thickly press,
And all is danger and distress,
There's safety in the Lord.
The humble soul, who loves to hear
The lessons of thy word;
When foes around us thickly press,
And all is danger and distress,
There's safety in the Lord.
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The bosom friend may sleep below
The churchyard turf, and we may go
To close a lov'd one's eyes;
They will not always slumber there,
We see a world more bright and fair,
A home beyond the skies.
The churchyard turf, and we may go
To close a lov'd one's eyes;
They will not always slumber there,
We see a world more bright and fair,
A home beyond the skies.
And we may feel the bitter dart,
Most keenly rankling in the heart,
By some dark ingrate driven;
In us revenge can never burn,
We pity, pardon; then we turn,
And rest our souls in heaven.
Most keenly rankling in the heart,
By some dark ingrate driven;
In us revenge can never burn,
We pity, pardon; then we turn,
And rest our souls in heaven.
'Tis thou, O Lord! who shield'st my head,
And draw'st thy curtains round my bed,
I sleep secure in thee;
And O! may soon that time arive,
When we before thy face shall live
Through all eternity.
And draw'st thy curtains round my bed,
I sleep secure in thee;
And O! may soon that time arive,
When we before thy face shall live
Through all eternity.
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