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[Dear to me the Church of Christ]
“How amiable are Thy tabernacles, O
Lord of hosts.”—Ps. lxxxiv. 1.
Dear to me the Church of Christ,
Sweet the memories lingering there,
Sweet the place of solemn tryst,
Sweet the house of prayer,
Where the glory ever pours
Through the everlasting doors.
Sweet the memories lingering there,
Sweet the place of solemn tryst,
Sweet the house of prayer,
Where the glory ever pours
Through the everlasting doors.
Solace of the spirit vexed,
Refuge of the contrite heart,
Helper of the mind perplexed
Evermore thou art:
Oh that I might always dwell
Where I hear Thy Sabbath bell!
Refuge of the contrite heart,
Helper of the mind perplexed
Evermore thou art:
Oh that I might always dwell
Where I hear Thy Sabbath bell!
There they brought me when a child
For the cleansing of the Lord;
There I came with garment soiled
Of mine own accord,
Broken in my pride of strength,
Weary of the world at length.
For the cleansing of the Lord;
There I came with garment soiled
Of mine own accord,
Broken in my pride of strength,
Weary of the world at length.
Not the tinted lights that shine
Softly through the pictured pane,
But the light of love divine
Flooding all thy fane,
That is what entrances me,
Hushed in its high mystery.
Softly through the pictured pane,
But the light of love divine
Flooding all thy fane,
That is what entrances me,
Hushed in its high mystery.
Not the word the preacher speaks
Pleading in his Master's name,
But the still small Voice that seeks
Way ward hearts to tame,
That is what I love to hear,
Then I know that God is near.
Pleading in his Master's name,
But the still small Voice that seeks
Way ward hearts to tame,
That is what I love to hear,
Then I know that God is near.
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