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Child, amidst the flowers at play,
While the red light fades away;
Mother, with thine earnest eye,
Ever following silently;
Captive, in whose narrow cell
Sunshine hath not leave to dwell;
Sailor, on the darkening sea,
Lift the heart, and bend the knee!
Father, by the breeze of eve
Called thy daily toil to leave;
Pray! ere yet the dark hours be,
Lift the heart, and bend the knee!
Traveller in the stranger’s land,
Far from thine own household band;
Mourner, haunted by the tone
Of a voice from this world gone;
Ye that triumph, ye that sigh,
Kindred by one holy tie,
Heaven’s first star alike ye see;
Lift the heart, and bend the knee!
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7 7 7 7
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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BUCKLAND
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7 7 7 7
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| # 118 | D | | # 287 | D | | # 645 | D | | # 130 | D | | # 287 | D | | # 277 | D | | # 218 | D | | # 334 | D |
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