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The days that were,
the says that are,
They all are days of God;
With psalms of cheerful trust
we tread
Where Christ’s own freemen trod.
God of our Fathers! God of Christ!
Keep us in simple ways;
And in the calm of silent hours
Train us for clamorous days.
For those who find
the tempest strong,
Make us a hiding-place,
A shadow in a weary land
For healing and for grace.
When love for man is growing cold,
And many faithless prove,
Then may the Man of sorrows come
And teach us how to love.
We tarry, Lord, Thy leisure still;
Thy best is yet to be:
Naught ever comes too late for man
That is in time for Thee.
God of our fathers! God of Christ!
Keep us in simple ways;
And may the sharpness of the strife
Be to Thy greater praise.
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1962 | # 557 |
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ST. BOTOLPH
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| # 58 | D | | # 557 | Eb | | # 129 | Eb |
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