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Father! I wait Thy word. The sun doth stand
Beneath the mingling line of night and day,
A listening servant, waiting Thy command,
To roll rejoicing on its silent way.
The tongue of time abides the appointed hour,
Till on our ear its solemn warnings fall;
The heavy cloud withholds the pelting shower;—
Then, every drop speeds onward at Thy call.
The bird reposes on the yielding bough,
With breast unswollen by the tide of song;—
So does my spirit wait Thy presence now,
To pour Thy praise in quickening life along.
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10 10 10 10
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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SONG 22
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10 10 10 10
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| # 277 | F | | # 277 | F | | # 651 | G | | # 715 | G |
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