LORD of our souls’ salvation! | |
| Lord of our earthly weal! | |
| We who in tribulation | |
| Did for Thy mercy kneel, | |
| Lift up glad hearts before Thee, | 5 |
| And eyes no longer dim, | |
| And for Thy grace adore Thee | |
| In eucharistic hymn. | |
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| When vine and fig-tree languish, | |
| And every fount is dry, | 10 |
| When hearts in supreme anguish | |
| To Thee lift up their cry: | |
| Then doth Thy love deliver! | |
| From Thine unshortened hand | |
| Joy, like the southern river, | 15 |
| O’erflows the weary land. | |
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| Lay dark o’er field and city | |
| Death’s shadow, and in fear | |
| To Thee, O LORD of Pity, | |
| GOD of the hearing ear! | 20 |
| By the dear Grace that bought us | |
| We cried as in the night, | |
| And lo! the morning brought us | |
| From Thee the living light. | |
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| Went forth the nation weeping, | 25 |
| With precious seed of prayer, | |
| Hope’s awful vigil keeping | |
| ’Mid rumours of despair, | |
| Now, to Thy glory bringing | |
| Its sheaves of praise along, | 30 |
| Again it cometh singing | |
| A happy harvest song. | |
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| O sweet and divine fashion | |
| Of Grace sublime in power! | |
| That meteth out compassion | 35 |
| By sorrow’s direst hour: | |
| O Love, most high, most holy! | |
| The merciful in might, | |
| That unto hearts most lowly | |
| Is ever Depth and Height. | 40 |
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| Bless Thou our adoration! | |
| Our gladness sanctify! | |
| Be this rejoicing nation | |
| To Thee by joy more nigh: | |
| Oh be this great Thanksgiving, | 45 |
| That with one voice we raise, | |
| Wrought into holier living | |
| Through all our after days. | |
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| Bless, FATHER, him Thou gavest | |
| Back to the loyal land; | 50 |
| O SAVIOUR, him Thou savest | |
| Still cover with Thine Hand; | |
| O SPIRIT, the Defender, | |
| Be his to guard and guide, | |
| Now in life’s mid-day splendour, | 55 |
| On to the eventide! | |
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