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There cometh o’er the spirit,
With each returning year,
The thought that Thou, the Father,
Art ever to us near;
With hope of life dispelling
The death that winter brought;
And flowers and fruits foretelling,
With fragrant beauty fraught.
‘Tis this which calls Thy children
In sweet accord to raise,
Beneath thy blue-domed temple,
One general hymn of praise
To Thee, the ever-living,
The universal King,
Who never ceasest giving
Each good and perfect thing.
The streamlet from the mountain,—
It speaketh, Lord, of Thee,
As from its snow-capped fountain
It rushes to the sea;
The gently dew descending,
And cloud’s refreshing shower,—
O God, our Heavenly Father,
All, all, proclaim Thy power.
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7 6 7 6 D
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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ST. THEODULPH
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7 6 7 6 D
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| # 106 | No key | | # 173 | Bb | | # 10 | Bb | | # 9 | Bb | | # 1157 | C | | # 151 | C | | # 114 | C | | # 9 | C | | # 160 | C | | # 84 | C | | # 98 | C | | # 139 | No key |
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