| 701 |
Down from the mountains a gay little stream,
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| 702 |
Long in darkness we have waited,
|
| 703 |
Sound the battle-cry ! See ! the foe is nigh,
|
| 704 |
Christian, dost thou see them on the holy ground
|
| 705 |
Over hill and lofty mountain,
|
| 706 |
Onward, Christian soldiers ! marching as to war,
|
| 707 |
Standing by a purpose true,
|
| 708 |
We will not despair,
|
| 709 |
O troubled heart, be thou not afraid,
|
| 710 |
O weary heart, there is a Home,
|
| 711 |
What though clouds are hovering o'er me,
|
| 712 |
O child of God, wait patiently,
|
| 713 |
Be still, O heart ! why fear and tremble ,
|
| 714 |
O aching heart, with sorrow torn,
|
| 715 |
Hope on, hope on, O troubled heart ,
|
| 716 |
O troubled heart, there is a balm ,
|
| 717 |
Oh, weary pilgrim, lift your head,
|
| 718 |
My God, my Father, while I stray,
|
| 719 |
Come, ye disconsolate ! where'er ye languish,
|
| 720 |
Night has fallen on the city,
|
| 721 |
O eyes that are weary and hearts that are sore
|
| 722 |
How oft our souls are lifted up,
|
| 723 |
Sometimes a light surprises,
|
| 724 |
How dear to my heart, when the pathway is lonely,
|
| 725 |
Where'er my Father's hand may guide me,
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