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PAUL AND SILAS




Night has fallen on the city,
And the streets at last are still,
Where the noisy crowd, the day long,
Did the air with shoutings fill;
And the weary, way-worn travellers,
Preaching Jesus through the land,
Are in deepest dungeon darkness,
By the magistrates' command.


Many stripes to them are given,
Many curses on them cast;
Many bolts and bars surround them;
In the stocks their feet are fast;
While the cruel Roman jailer,
All securely sleeping on,
Little dreams the mighty wonders
Of the morrow's early dawn.


Hark the sighing of the prisoners!
Hear their moanings loud and long!
No: again, and louder, clearer,
'Tis the voice of prayer and song!
See, the prison walls are shaking,
And the door wide open stands!
Lo, behold the earth is quaking,
Loosed are every prisoner's bands!


Oh, there's not a cell so lonely
But a song may echo there;
Oh, there's not a night so cheerless,
But there's potency in prayer;
Sing, oh, sing, thou weary pilgrim
Song will bring thee heavenly
Pray, oh, pray, thou burdened prisoner!
God will give thee sweet release.

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 7 8 7 D
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates:
      Bible Refs: Ac 16:25;
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      # 720
      MUSIC
      Name: CAUMARTIN
      Meter: 8 7 8 7 D
      Writer(s):
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