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XXIV.
“Ye are not come unto the mount that might be touched, . . . .
but unto mount Sion, the city of the living God.”—Heb.
xii. 18, 22.
Not, Lord! unto that mount of dread
Thou bidst thy people gather now,
With clouds and darkness overspread,
And fiery splendour round its brow;
But unto Sion, where Thy grace
Rejoicing o'er Thy works is seen,
And all Thy glory in the face
Of Christ the Saviour shines serene.
Thou bidst thy people gather now,
With clouds and darkness overspread,
And fiery splendour round its brow;
But unto Sion, where Thy grace
Rejoicing o'er Thy works is seen,
And all Thy glory in the face
Of Christ the Saviour shines serene.
Not by the trumpet's stormy blast,
Thou bidst the hushed assembly hear
Those words which in the thunder passed,
And filled the holiest heart with fear;
But, in the still small voice which steals
From the great glory where Thou art,
Thy mercy tells of One who heals
The anguish of the wounded heart.
Thou bidst the hushed assembly hear
Those words which in the thunder passed,
And filled the holiest heart with fear;
But, in the still small voice which steals
From the great glory where Thou art,
Thy mercy tells of One who heals
The anguish of the wounded heart.
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O let that voice of heavenly power
The movement of my spirit sway,—
Thy presence in each darker hour
Sustain my hope and guide my way!
That I may go from strength to strength
In an ascending course to Thee,
Till in Thine own pure light at length
The perfectness of light I see.
The movement of my spirit sway,—
Thy presence in each darker hour
Sustain my hope and guide my way!
That I may go from strength to strength
In an ascending course to Thee,
Till in Thine own pure light at length
The perfectness of light I see.
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