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FLOWERS OF SACRED POETRY.

DIVINE LOVE.

OUR Father sits on yonder throne,
Amid the hosts above;

He reigns throughout the world, alone,
He reigns, the God of love.

He keeps our souls, securely keeps,
Whatever foe assails;

With watchfulness that never sleeps,
With power that never fails.

He gives us hope that we shall be
Ere long with Him above;
That we shall all his glory see,
And celebrate his love.

Then let us, while we dwell below,

Obey our Father's voice,

To all his dispensations bow,
And in his name rejoice.

How sweet to hear Him say, at last,
"Ye blessed children, come,
The days of banishment are past,
And heaven is now your home."

KELLY.

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As oft as I look on thy form

A cloud was passing near the setting sun

A voice amidst the desert

Amidst the varying scenes of ills

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28

40

56

Ah! be not sad, although thy lot be cast

278

From every stormy wind that blows
Forth from the dark and stormy sky
Faith like a simple unsuspecting child
From little seeds sweet flowers spring

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255

200

285

He weeps! the falling drop puts out the sun
Half screened by its trees

25

27

47

He walks with Christ who lives a life of prayer

123

149

FAGE

How blest the righteous when he dies
Hear, Father, hear thy faint afflicted flock
Hail, faithful Glover

He sunk to rise no more

Honour and happiness unite

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187

Holy Saviour, mighty king

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73

I love to steal awhile away

It happened on a solemn eveningtide
Israel's Shepherd, guide me, feed me

If thine the power to succour

80

87

107

Is all in order set, my house, my heart

126

Is not the way to heavenly gain

136

Is my divine Redeemer near ?

137

In sorrow, sickness, pain, and earthly strife

143

It is a short and simple prayer

155

I saw a streamlet calmly flow
In time of tribulation, Lord
It is sweet in autumn's eve
I love thee, O my native isle

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