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The Book of Praise.
Ev'n now, when tempests round us fall, And wintry clouds o'ercast the sky,
Thy words with pleasure we recall, And deem that our redemption's nigh.
Come, gracious Lord, our hearts renew, Our foes repel, our wrongs redress,
Man's rooted enmity subdue, And crown Thy Gospel with success.
O come, and reign o'er every land ;
Let Satan from his throne be hurl'd; All nations bow to Thy command,
And grace revive a dying world !
Yes, Thou wilt speedily appear !
The smitten earth already reels ; And not far off we seem to hear
The thunder of Thy chariot wheels.
Teach us in watchfulness and prayer To wait for the appointed hour;
And fit us by Thy grace to share The triumphs of Thy conquering power. William Hiley Bat hurst, i |
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CLXXVI.
Light of the lonely pilgrim's heart,
Star of the coming day ! Arise, and with Thy morning beams
Chase all our griefs away ! |
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