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Thousands, O Lord of Hosts! this day,
Around Thine altar meet;
And tens of thousands throng to pay
Their homage at Thy feet.
They see Thy power and glory there,
As I have seen them too;
They read, they hear, they join in prayer,
As I was wont to do.
They sing Thy deeds, as I have sung
In sweet and solemn lays;
Were I among them, my glad tongue
Might learn new themes of praise.
I, of such fellowship bereft,
In spirit turn to Thee;
Oh! hast not Thou a blessing left,
A blessing, Lord, for me?
The dew lies thick on all the ground;
Shall my poor fleece be dry?
The manna rains from heaven around;
Shall I of hunger die?
Behold Thy prisoner;--loose my bands,
If 'tis Thy gracious will:
If not,—contented in Thy hands,
Behold Thy prisoner still!
I may not to Thy courts repair,
Yet here Thou surely art;
Lord, consecrate an house of prayer
In my surrender'd heart.
To faith reveal the things unseen,
To hope the joys untold;
Let love, without a veil between,
Thy glory now behold.
Oh! make Thy face on me to shine,
That doubt and fear may cease;
Lift up Thy countenance benign
On me,—and give me peace.
Thousands, O Lord of Hosts! this day,
Around Thine altar meet;
And tens of thousands throng to pay
Their homage at Thy feet.
They see Thy power and glory there,
As I have seen them too;
They read, they hear, they join in prayer,
As I was wont to do.
They sing Thy deeds, as I have sung
In sweet and solemn lays;
Were I among them, my glad tongue
Might learn new themes of praise.
I, of such fellowship bereft,
In spirit turn to Thee;
Oh! hast not Thou a blessing left,
A blessing, Lord, for me?
The dew lies thick on all the ground;
Shall my poor fleece be dry?
The manna rains from heaven around;
Shall I of hunger die?
Behold Thy prisoner;--loose my bands,
If 'tis Thy gracious will:
If not,—contented in Thy hands,
Behold Thy prisoner still!
I may not to Thy courts repair,
Yet here Thou surely art;
Lord, consecrate an house of prayer
In my surrender'd heart.
To faith reveal the things unseen,
To hope the joys untold;
Let love, without a veil between,
Thy glory now behold.
Oh! make Thy face on me to shine,
That doubt and fear may cease;
Lift up Thy countenance benign
On me,—and give me peace.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Name:
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SAWLEY
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1860
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 741 | Bb | | # 424 | Bb | | # 633 | Bb | | # 1143 | Bb | | # 9 | Bb | | # 334 | Bb | | # 305 | Bb |
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