Hymns from the Morningland Part 18

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Let sunshine flood the soul, When threatening night descends, That I may see the light serene No sunset ever ends.

Where gladness fills each heart, etc.

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Let strength my spirit nerve, That, with each labour done, I may, like those who serve above, See some new task begun;

Where gladness fills each heart, etc.

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The time is drawing near,-- Till that bright morning break, May I, with those who see Thy face, Thy will, my pleasure make:

Where gladness fills each heart, etc.

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I will not yield my sword, I will not bow the knee, But I would hear the blessed word That calls my soul to Thee; And through the din of war, And in the midst of strife, That word shall be the guiding star To lead me on to life.

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And in the midst of snares Which subtle fingers lay, I shall not stumble unawares Upon the upward way; But keep before my eyes The goal before me set, Lest I should miss the glorious prize Which loyal victors get.

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O Christ, Who art my King, Thy cause I make mine own, Till proud rebellious foes shall bring Their homage to Thy throne; Till then my heart revive With courage brave and strong, And steel my feeble arm to strive Against the power of wrong.

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When from the fateful field I hail my rightful King, To Him my trusty sword I'll yield, And all my trophies bring; And He shall crown my head With honours richer far Than trophies from the conquered dead, And all the spoils of war.

I

If in the cause of right I must, Do battle with the sword, Then, let me follow Him I trust, My chosen King and Lord.

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As Captain in the mortal fight, He knows the foe I fear; His presence fires my soul with might, And fills my heart with cheer.

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If I should see Him ever near, When blows unceasing fall, I shall no flaunting banner fear, Nor loudest battle call.

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And in the thickest of the strife, No polished shaft I'll dread, For He preserves my soul in life, In battle shields my head.

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No power shall in the fight prevail, No subtle gin ensnare, Though all the hosts of h.e.l.l a.s.sail, And guile the fraud prepare.

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Lord, gird me with Thy armour bright, And lead me forth to win, For I would battle for the right Against the might of sin.

I

The Christ on Olive's mount in prayer His heart to G.o.d exprest; And as they held sweet converse there, His soul with peace was blest.

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Far from the din of troubled life, The tumult, and the swell, A silence, stilling earthly strife, Upon His spirit fell.

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And there a voice whose soothing tone The trusting spirit filled, Came with that grace by which alone Our great unrest is stilled.

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O may the blessed thought, divine, That moved the Christ to prayer, Our weary, anxious souls incline Like peace and joy to share;

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And on the mount where G.o.d is met, May we the solace know, That found His soul on Olivet, Who shared our life below.

I

Like music at the stilly hour, When twilight veils the light of day, A gentle voice, with winning power, Allured me from the world away.

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It made me sad, because I thought That love undying I could spurn; It made me glad, because it brought A loving message in return.

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