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Thy Word, O Lord, like gentle dews,
Falls soft on hearts that pine;
Lord, to Thy garden ne'er refuse
This heavenly balm of Thine.
Watered from Thee
Let every tree
Bud forth and blossom to Thy praise,
And bear much fruit in after days.
Thy word is like a flaming sword,
A wedge that cleaveth stone;
Keen as a fire so burns Thy Word,
And pierceth flesh and bone.
Oh send it forth
O'er all the earth,
To shatter all the might of sin,
The darkened heart to cleanse and win.
Thy word a wondrous guiding star,
On pilgrim hearts doth rise,
Leads to their Lord who dwell afar,
And makes the simple wise.
Let not its light
E'er sink in night,
But still in every spirit shine,
That none may miss Thy light divine.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 4 4 8 8
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Dates:
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1855
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 19:7; Is 55:10;
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