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Still, still with Thee, when purple morning breaketh

Author: Harriet Beecher Stowe, 1812 - 1896 Meter: 11.10.11.10 Appears in 367 hymnals Topics: Times and Seasons Morning Used With Tune: DAWNINGS
Still, still with Thee, when purple morning breaketh
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Oh, for the peace which floweth like a river

Author: Jane Crewdson Appears in 71 hymnals Used With Tune: DAWNING
Oh, for the peace which floweth like a river
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I cannot find Thee. Still on restless pinion

Author: Eliza Scudder Appears in 26 hymnals Topics: The Holy Spirit Used With Tune: DAWNING
I cannot find Thee. Still on restless pinion
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Sweet is the praise that youthful lips are singing

Author: Kate T. Sizer Appears in 1 hymnal Used With Tune: DAWNING
Sweet is the praise that youthful lips are singing
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Lord of the reapers, hear our lowly pleading

Author: Frederick Goldsmith French Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: 1 Lord of the Reapers hear our lowly pleading Thine are the fields that stand all harvest-white, Thine is the love that human souls are needing, Ere falls the dusk that deepens into night. 2 Oft have we prayed with longing and beseeching, Fruit for our toil and glory for Thy Cross, Yet slow the reaping, slow the task of reaching, Far distant souls whose distance is their loss. 3 Oft have we asked for some rewarding token, Only to know our toil was not in vain, And for a patient love to lead the broken, Lives of the lost to an eternal gain. 4 Soon o'er our harvest field the twilight stealeth Low on its margin stands the solemn sun, Rising to Thee the reaper's prayer appealeth, Grant us full sheaves before the day is done. 5 So when Thy Morning floods the land with glory, God will it be to meet and see Thee then! Learn all the triumphs of Thy love's sweet glory, Lord of the reapers! Hope of sinful men! Used With Tune: DAWNING
Lord of the reapers, hear our lowly pleading

We Hail Thee, Lord

Author: Joseph Collin Meter: 11.10.11.10 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: We hail Thee, Lord, this resurrection morning! Used With Tune: DAWNING
We Hail Thee, Lord

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