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O! let our souls rejoice,That thou hast joined that rich, harmonious strain,Where perfect love and fadeless beauty reign. It was a Father's voiceWhich called thee hence, beneath his smile to dwell;In heaven, thy strain of holy joy to swell.
Great Source of Faith and Love!O! may we bow submissive to Thy will:May each repining, murmuring thought be still. To Thy blest seat above,When we death's yet untrodden path shall tread,Thither, O may our wandering steps be led.
THE SOWER AND HIS SEED.
We met, a small and feeble band,Around God's holy throne to stand;The prayer of humble faith to raise,And swell the choral hymn of praise.
Our strength was weak. But He whose earHis children's humblest prayer will hear,Was in our midst, a shining Light,Our Sun by day, our Shield at night.