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Lord, we see the day approaching,
When Thou wilt again appear;
Sinners still Thy garments touching,
Stay Thee in Thy coming here.
Hid in Heaven all our treasure,
Patience now becomes Thy saints;
Lord, we wait Thy gracious pleasure,
Faith should silence all complaints.
Through the wilderness we wander,
Troubled oft, but not distressed;
Seek we glory? It is yonder,
Suffering pledges future rest.
Coming judgments round us darken,
Human hearts may fail or fear;
But to Thee alone we hearken,
“Your redemption draweth near.”
Make each waiting child obedient,
Stay our anxious hearts on this:
If Thy going were “expedient,”
Surely Thy return is bliss.
Our own Lord is coming hither,
Light in darkness, joy in grief;
Hope deferred would quickly wither
Hearts that had not this relief.
All we need is deep affection,
Singleness of eye and heart;
Strength to own Thee in rejection:
Grace sufficient, Lord, impart!
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7
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Dates:
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1847
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Bible Refs:
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Heb 10:25;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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BROCKLESBY
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1868
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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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| # 300 | No key |
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