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Where is now our boasted Saviour,
Where our rapture of delight?
Thou hast, Lord, withdrawn thy favor
Thou art vanished from our sight,
Once thy blissful love we tasted,
Cheer'd by thee with living bread;
Oh, how short a time it lasted,
Oh, how soon the joy is fled!
Yet thou hast the cause unfolded,
Could we but the truth receive;
Thou in humbling love hast told it,
Needful 'tis for us to grieve —
Son of God, for thee we languish.
Still thy presence we bemoan.
Overwhelmed with grief and anguish.
Poor, forsaken, and alone.
Stript of that excessive pleasure,
Fondly we the loss deplore,
Till we find again our treasure,
Find, and never lose thee more.
Oh, cut short the night of mourning
May we glory in thy grace —
Triumph in thy full returning —
See again thy smiling face.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 D
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MUSIC
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BEECHER (LOVE DIVINE)
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8 7 8 7 D
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1870
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 574 | Ab | | # 2 | Bb | | # 5 | Bb | | # 268 | Bb | | # 242 | Bb | | # 431 | Bb | | # 92 | Db |
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