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Thou, Lord, who rear’st the mountain’s height.
And mak’st the cliffs with sunshine bright;
O, grant that we may own Thy hand
No less in every grain of sand!
With forests huge, of dateless time,
Thy will has hung each peak sublime;
But withered leaves beneath the tree
Have tongues that tell as loud of Thee.
Teach us that not a leaf can grow,
Till life from Thee within it flow;
That not a grain of dust can be,
O Fount of being! save by Thee;
That every human word and deed,
Each flash of feeling, will or creed,
Hath solemn meaning from above,
Begun and ended all in love.
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LYRICS
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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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BROOKFIELD (GIDEON)
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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1855
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| # 302 | Ab | | # 281 | Ab | | # 522 | D | | # 590 | D | | # 142 | Eb | | # 465 | Eb | | # 302 | Eb | | # 854 | Eb | | # 110 | G | | # 142 | G | | # 346 | G | | # 1152 | G | | # 224 | G |
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