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The darkened sky, how thick it lowers!
Troubled with storms, and big with showers;
No cheerful gleam of light appears,
But nature pours forth all her tears.
Yet, let the sons of grace revive;
God bids the soul that seeks him live;
And from the gloomiest shade of night
Calls forth a morning of delight.
The seeds of ecstasy unknown
Are in these watered furrows sown;
See the green blades, how thick they rise,
And with fresh verdure bless our eyes.
In secret foldings they contain
Unnumbered ears of golden grain:
And heaven shall pour its beams around,
Till the ripe harvest load the ground.
Then shall the trembling mourner come,
And bind his sheaves, and bear them home;
The voice long broke with sighs shall sing,
Till heaven with hallelujahs ring.
---Alternative verses---
Yet, let the sons of God revive;
He bids the soul that seeks him live;
And from the gloomiest shade of night
Calls forth a morning of delight.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.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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| 1854 | # 328 | | 1851 | # 457 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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HESPERUS (ELIM)
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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1854,1862
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 39 | No key | | # 325 | E | | # 791 | E | | # 387 | E | | # 501 | F |
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