292 | The Hymnal#293 | 294 |
1 Christ, in His word draws near;
Hush, moaning voice of fear,
He bids thee cease;
With songs sincere and sweet
Let us arise, and meet
Him who comes forth to greet
Our souls with peace.
2 Rising above thy care,
Meet Him as in the air,
O weary heart:
Put on joy's sacred dress;
Lo, as He comes to bless,
Quite from thy weariness
Set free thou art.
3 For works of love and praise
He brings thee summer days,
Warm days and bright;
Winter is past and gone,
Now He, salvation's Sun,
Shineth on every one,
With mercy's light.
4 From the bright sky above,
Clad in His robes of love,
'Tis He, our Lord!
Dim earth itself grows clear,
As His light draweth near:
O let us hush and hear
His holy word.
Amen.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Christ in his word draws near |
Author: | Rev. Thomas T. Lynch (1855) |
Publication Date: | 1895 |