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174 FABER'S HYMNS.
My heart swells within me with thankfullest joy For the faith which to me Thou hast given ;
For in all Thine amazing abundance of gifts, Thou hast no better gift short of Heaven.
There was darkness in Egypt while Israel had sun, And the songs in the corn fields of Gessen were
gay,
And the chosen that dwelt mid the heathen moved on, Each threading the gloom with his own private day.
Ah ! so is it now with the Church of Thy choice; Her lands lie in light which to worldlings seems dim; And each child of that Church, who must live in dark realms, Has a sun o'er his head which is only for him.
Yet it grieves me, too, Lord ! that so many should wander, Should see naught before them but desolate night, That men should be walled in with darkness around them, When within and without there is nothing but light.
But still more I grieve for Thy glory, O Lord !
That the world should be only an Egypt for Thee, That the bondsmen of error should boast of their chains,
And scoff at the love that would fain set them free. |
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