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Ye joyous ones! upon whose brow

Hymnal: Hymns for Schools and Families #102 (1861) Languages: English
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Ye joyous ones! upon whose brow

Hymnal: The School Hymn-Book #172 (1850)

Ye joyous ones, upon whose brow

Author: R. H. Waterston Hymnal: Hymns for Schools and Families #d192 (1862) Languages: English

Ye joyous ones, upon whose brow

Author: R. H. Waterston Hymnal: Grammar School Hymn Book #d303 (1871) Languages: English
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Ye joyous ones! upon whose brow

Hymnal: A Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion. (10th ed.) #446 (1848) Languages: English

Ye joyous ones, upon whose brow

Author: R. H. Waterston Hymnal: Hymns for Children and Young Persons #d507 (1854) Languages: English
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Ye joyous ones! upon whose brow

Hymnal: Hymns for Public Worship #530 (1845) Languages: English
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Ye joyous ones, upon whose brow

Hymnal: Hymns of the Spirit #552 (1864) Languages: English
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Ye joyous ones, upon whose brow

Hymnal: The Christian Hymn Book #1215 (1866)
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Remember Thy Creator in the Days of Thy Youth

Hymnal: A Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion (15th ed.) #446 (1866) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Ye joyous ones! upon whose brow Lyrics: Ye joyous ones! upon whose brow The light of youth is shed, O’er whose glad path life’s early flowers In glowing beauty spread; Forget not Him whose love hath poured Around that golden light, And tinged those opening buds of hope With hues so softly bright. Thou tempted one! just entering Upon enchanted ground, Ten thousand snares are spread for thee, Ten thousand foes surround: A dark and a deceitful band, Upon thy path they lower; Trust not thine own unaided strength To save thee from their power. Thou whose yet bright and joyous eye May soon be dimmed with tears, To whom the hours of bitterness Must come in coming years; Teach early thy confiding eye To pierce the cloudy screen, To look above the storms of life, Eternally serene. Languages: English

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