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O Love, how cheering is Thy ray!
All pain before Thy presence flies;
Care, anguish, sorrow, melt away,
Where’er Thy healing beams arise:
O Father! nothing may I see,
And nought desire or seek, but Thee.
Unwearied may I this pursue,
Dauntless to this high prize aspire;
Each hour within my soul renew
This holy flame, this heavenly fire;
And day and night be all my care
To guard the sacred treasure there.
O, that I as a little child
May follow Thee, and never rest,
Till sweetly Thou hast breathed a mild
And lowly mind into my breast!
Nor ever may we parted be,
Till I become as one with Thee.
Still let Thy love point out my way;
How wondrous things that love hath wrought!
Still lead me, lest I go astray;
Direct my word, inspire my thought;
And if I fall, soon may I hear
Thy voice, and know Thy love is near.
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8 8 8 8 8 8
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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ST. MATTHIAS
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8 8 8 8 8 8
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| # 40 | No key | | # 48 | No key | | # 700 | F | | # 556 | F | | # 396 | F | | # 692 | F | | # 140 | F | | # 28 | F | | # 348 | F | | # 191 | G |
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