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With Tearful Eyes

Author: Charlotte Elliot Appears in 292 hymnals First Line: With tearful eyes I look around Used With Tune: [With tearful eyes I look around]
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How sweet the hour of closing day

Author: William H. Bathurst Appears in 126 hymnals Used With Tune: LEFFINGWELL
How sweet the hour of closing day
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Forsaken, Yet Hoping

Author: Isaac Watts Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 15 hymnals First Line: Happy the hours, the golden days Lyrics: 1 Happy the hours, the golden days, When I could call my Jesus mine, And sit and view His smiling face; And melt in pleasures all-divine. 2 Near to my heart, within my arms He lay, till sin defiled my breast, Till broken vows, and earthly charms, Tired and provoked my heavenly guest. 3 And now He’s gone, (O mighty woe!) Gone from my soul, and hides His love! Curse on you, sins, that grieved Him so, Ye sins, that forced Him to remove. 4 Break, break, my heart; complain, my tongue; Hither, my friends, your sorrows bring: Angels, assist my doleful song; If you have e’er a mourning string; 5 But, ah! your joys are ever nigh, Ever His lovely face you see; While my poor spirit pants to die, And groans, for Thee, my God, for Thee. 6 Yet let my hope look thro’ my tears, And spy afar His rolling throne; His chariot thro’ the cleaving spheres Shall bring the bright Belovèd down. 7 Swift as a roe flies o’er the hills, My soul springs out to meet Him high, Then the fair Conqueror turns His wheels, And climbs the mansions of the sky. 8 There smiling joy for ever reigns, No more the turtle leaves the dove. Farewell to jealousies, and pains, And all the ills of absent love. Used With Tune: LEFFINGWELL Text Sources: Horae Lyricae and Divine Songs, Book I, 1706
Forsaken, Yet Hoping

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