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430 The Book of Praise.
Rejoice, rejoice for ever,
Though earthly friends be gone ! For silently and swiftly The wheels of time roll on ; . And still they bear thee forward Nearer that happy shore, While the triumphant song is, Rejoice for evermore!
Henry Fletcher. [1825.] |
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CCCCIII.
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee ! E'en though it be a cross
That raiseth me; Still all my song would be, Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee !
Though like the wanderer, The sun gone down,
Darkness be over me, My rest a stone ;
Yet in my dreams I'd be
Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee!
There let the way appear Steps unto Heaven ;
All that Thou send'st to me In mercy given ;
Angels to beckon me
Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee ! |
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