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O Book! infinite sweetness! let my heart

O Cross! we hail thy bitter reign

O day most calm, most bright!
Of all the thoughts of God, that are .
Of the bright things in earth and air
O Gift of Gifts! O Grace of Faith.
O Jesu! bruised and wounded more
O Jesu! King most wonderful!

O Jesu! Thou the beauty art

O Lamp of Life! that on the bloody Cross

O Lord my God, do Thou Thy holy will

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O timely happy, timely wise.

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O time of tranquil joy and holy feeling! .

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Rise heart! thy Lord has risen, sing His praise

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That clime is not like this dull clime of ours.

The Apostle slept,—a light shone in the prison
The child leans on its parent's breast.

The clouds that wrap the setting sun

The face which duly as the sun

The foe behind, the deep before

The glories of our birth and state

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The night is dark-behold the shade was deeper.
The pathways of Thy land are little changed.
There is a book who runs may read

There is no night in heaven.

The Sunne of my soul's light! Thee would I call

They are evermore around us

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To Him who for your sins was slain

Wake, ye holy maidens, fearing

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Walk in the light, and thou shalt know.

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We walked within the churchyard's bounds

What sudden blaze of song

When first thy eyes unveil give thy soul leave

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When God of old came down from Heaven.

When Jesus came to earth of old

When wounded sore, the stricken soul
Whilst the careless world is sleeping,
Who says the wan autumnal sun

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Who to the golden Sunnes long restless race
Why comes this fragrance on the summer breeze?
Why dost thou beat so quick, my heart? .

LORD! I BELIEVE.

GIFT of Gifts! O Grace of Faith!
My God! how can it be

That Thou, who hast discerning love,
Shouldst give that gift to me?

How many hearts thou mightst have had
More innocent than mine!

How many souls more worthy far
Of that sweet touch of Thine!

Ah, Grace! into unlikeliest hearts
It is thy boast to come,
The glory of thy light to find

In darkest spots a home.

How will they die, how will they die,

How bear the cross of grief,

Who have not got the light of faith,
The courage of belief?

The crowd of cares, the weightiest cross,

Seem trifles less than light,

Earth looks so little and so low
When faith shines full and bright.

O happy, happy that I am!

If thou canst be, O Faith!
The treasure that thou art in life,
What wilt thou be in death?

Thy choice, O God of Goodness! then
I lovingly adore ;

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O give me grace to keep thy grace,

And grace to merit more!

FABER.