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Twilight

Author: J. A. Freylinghausen, d. 1739 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: The day is gone—my soul looks on Lyrics: The day is gone—my soul looks on To that eternal Day, When all our sorrow, all our sin, Have fled and passed away. The golden sun is sunk and gone, Thou Light of Heaven above, Thou Glory of eternal day, My sunshine is Thy love. Each living thing lies slumbering From care and labour free; May I, O Lord, be still and watch Thy hidden work in me. But when shall cease the changefulness Of morning and of night? Then when the Glory of the Lord Is our eternal Light. No cloud shall come, no evening gloom On Salem shall descend; The Lord her everlasting Day, Her mourning at an end. All praise to Thee! Oh there to be Amidst that music-flood! The many waters echoing round The golden shores of God. O Jesus mine, Thou Rest divine, Lead me to Zion’s height, Where I, with all Thy ransomed ones, Shall walk with Thee in white.
Twilight
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A New Song

Author: R. Rolle, d. 1349 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: I know not the song of Thy praises Lyrics: I know not the song of Thy praises, Till Thou teach it, my God, to me— Till I hear the still voice of Thy Spirit, Who speaketh for ever of Thee— Till I hear the celestial singing, And learn the new song of Thy grace, And then shall I tell forth the marvels I learnt in Thy secret place. Thy marvels, not mine, far surpassing All thoughts of my heart must they be— I can but declare the glad tidings, As Thou hast declared them to me.
A New Song
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A Song of the Temple

Author: R. Rolle, d. 1349 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: In Thy tabernacle, Lord, I offer Lyrics: In Thy tabernacle, Lord, I offer Sacrifice of psalmody and song— Thine uncounted mercies there recalling, Praising Thee with music sweet and strong. With a marvellous, a mighty gladness, For the love of Christ is shed abroad In the soul that is His holy temple, And she singeth therefore unto God. She ascends aloft to join the singing, Heard afar from God’s Jerusalem— Blessed music of the saints she heareth, And adoring singeth she with them. None can know though skilled in learning ancient, What the sweetness of that song may be; Till he know the glory and the gladness, There the blessed Face of God to see. Lord, to Thee my heart is ever yearning, In this absence seeking still Thy Face; Blessed hour when I shall find!—adoring In the glory of Thy holy place! Scripture: Nehemiah 12:43
A Song of the Temple
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The Morning Star

Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: I woke, and the night was passing Lyrics: I woke, and the night was passing, And over the hills there shone A star all alone in its beauty When the other stars were gone— For a glory was filling the heavens That came before the day, And the gloom and the stars together Faded and passed away. Only the star of the morning Glowed in the crimson sky— It was like a clear voice singing, “Rejoice! for the Sun is nigh!” O children! a Star is shining Into the hearts of men— It is Christ with a voice of singing, “Rejoice! for I come again! “For the long, long night is passing, And there cometh the golden day; I come to My own who love Me, To take them all away. “It may be to-day or to-morrow, Soon it will surely be; Then past are the tears and the sorrow— Then Home for ever with Me.”
The Morning Star

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