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Thou, great Creator, art possest,
And Thou alone, of endless rest;
To angels only it belongs
To lift to Thee their ceaseless songs.
But we must toil and toil again
With ceaseless woe and endless pain ;
How then can we, in exile drear,
Lift the glad song of glory here !
Oh Thou, who wilt forgiving be
To all who truly turn to Thee,
Grant us to mourn the heavy cause
Of all our woe, Thy broken laws:
Then to such salutary grief
Let Faith and Hope bring due relief;
And we, too, soon shall be possest
Of ceaseless songs and endless rest.
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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FESTUS (BONN)
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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| # 331 | D | | # 364 | D | | # 363 | D | | # 229 | D | | # 59 | D |
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