| Caedmon’s Call
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| Miscellaneous
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| Sometimes A Light Surprises
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| Sometimes a light surprises, The Christian while he sings
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| It is the Lord who rises, With healing in His wings
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| When comforts are declining, He grants the soul again
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| A season of clear shining, To cheer is after rain
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| In holy contemplation, We sweetly then pursue
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| The theme of God‚s salvation, And find it ever new
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| Set free from present sorrow, We cheerfully can say
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| Let the unknown tomorrow, Bring with it what it may
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| Tomorrow can bring us nothing, But He will bear us through
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| Who gives the lilies clothing, Will clothe His people too
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| Beneath the spreading heavens, No creature but is fed
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| And He who feeds the ravens, Will give His children bread
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| Though vine nor fig-tree neither,
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| Their wonted fruit should bear
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| Though all the fields should wither,
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| Nor flocks or herds be there
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| Yet God the same abiding, His praise shall tune my voice
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| For while in Him confiding, I cannot but rejoice!
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| For while in Him confiding, I cannot but rejoice! |