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HEBER C. M.

George Kingsley

I. O

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thou who driest the mourn - er's tear, How dark this world would be,

If, when de-ceived and wounded here, We could not

fly

to

thee!

Our peace-branch from above!

2 The friends who in our sunshine live, Come brightly wafting through the gloom
When winter comes are flown;
And he who has but tears to give,
Must weep those tears alone.

3 O, who could bear life's stormy doom, Did not thy wing of love

4 Then sorrow, touched by thee, grows
With more than rapture's ray; [bright,
As darkness shows us worlds of light
We never saw by day.

Thomas Moore

GOULD C. M.

John Edgar Gould

1. O thou from whom all good-ness flows, I lift my soul

2 Although there is power with God to 3 Although he is mighty, exalted on destroy,

He keepeth the angels in constant employ ;

To heirs of salvation, he sends them to lend

high,

He stoops to the lowly, he lists to their cry;

Not one of his children, however mean born,

Is ever neglected, nor treated with

scorn.

Their aid and protection:- to bless
and defend.
4 To all of his creatures that dwell here below,
Whatever their natures, his goodness doth flow;
Not one is forgotten, alike on them all,
The sunshine and showers of heaven do fall.

M. C. Baker