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Sweet is the face of nature
When flowers deck the vales,
When air is filled with fragrance,
As wafted by the gales;
Yet zephyrs vainly fan me,
And flow'rs to groves invite,
|: Without the smile of Jesus,
They give me no delight :|
Sweet are the shady bowers,
The silent, still retreat;
The sunshine after showers,
And morning air so sweet;
But vain are natures beauties,
And lost her sweets to me;
|: Dear Jesus naught can charm me
Without a smile from thee. :|
Jesus, Thy smile of mercy
Can make my spirit whole;
And drive the shades of sadness
From my afflicted soul.
O pardon my transgressions,
And purify my heart;
|: Speak all my sins forgiven,
And bid my fears depart. :|
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8 7 8 7 D extended
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