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Father Divine, I come to Thee,
I yield, a captive, to Thy sway,
That love’s gold chain may set me free
For all the burden of the day.
I come not to avoid my care,
I come not to desert the strife;
I come to seek new strength to bear
I fly to find new power for life.
Many there be that seek Thy face
To meet the hour of parting breath,
But ‘tis for earth I need Thy grace—
Life is more solemn still than death.
When morning gilds the porch of day,
I feel so vile amid the glow
That I should faint, didst Thou not say:
I make thee whiter than snow.
When noontide brings its work to all,
I find my task so hard to be,
That I should sink, didst Thou not call:
My strength is perfected in Thee.
When darkness leads the world to rest,
The silent burden of the night
Would crush, but for Thy message blest:
At evening time there shall be light.
O may these streams of golden light
To all my desert way be given,
Till faith itself is lost in sight,
And days on earth be days of heaven.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1890
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 51:7;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1954 | # 935 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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MOTHERLAND
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 935 | Ab |
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