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I hear it often in the dark,
I hear it in the light,
Where is the voice that calls to me
With such a quiet might?
It seems but echo to my thought,
And yet beyond the stars ;
It seems a heart-beat in a hush,
And yet the planet jars !
Oh ! may it be that far within
My inmost soul there lies
A spirit sky, that opens with
Those voices of surprise ?
And can it be, by night and day,
That firmament serene
Is just the heaven where God Himself,
The Father, dwells unseen?
O God within, so close to me
That every thought is plain,
Be Judge, be Friend, be Father still,
And in Thy heaven reign !
Thy heaven is mine, my very soul !
Thy words are sweet and strong ;
They fill my inward silences
With music and with song.
They send me challenges to right,
And loud rebuke my ill ;
They ring my bells of victory,
They breathe my " Peace, be still ! "
They ever seem to say, "My child,
Why seek Me so all day ;
Now journey inward to thyself,
And listen by the way."
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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| 1903 | # 52 |
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Name:
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FINGAL
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1885
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Key
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| # 539 | D | | # 456 | Eb | | # 159 | Eb | | # 4 | Eb |
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