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Lord, When We Have Not Any Light
Author: Annie Matheson Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #4118 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1. Lord, when we have not any light,
And mothers are asleep;
Then through the stillness of the night,
Thy little children keep.
2. When shadows haunt the quiet room,
Help us to understand
That Thou art with us through the gloom,
To hold us by the hand.
3. And though we do not always see
The holy angels near,
O may we trust ourselves to Thee,
Nor have one foolish fear.
4. So in the morning may we wake,
When wakes the kindly sun,
More loving for our Father’s sake
To each unloving one. Languages: English Tune Title: LYTHAM (Lightwood)
Lord, When We Have Not Any Light
Lord, when we have not any light
Author: Annie Matheson Hymnal: The Sunday School Hymnary #47 (1906) Languages: English Tune Title: LYTHAM
Lord, when we have not any light
Lord, When We Have Not Any Light
Author: Annie Matheson, 1853-1924 Hymnal: The Abingdon Song Book #243 (1938) Languages: English Tune Title: LYTHAM
Lord, When We Have Not Any Light
To Calm The Sorrows Of The Mind
Author: Thomas Jervis Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12607 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 To calm the sorrows of the mind,
Our heav’nly friend is nigh,
To wipe the anxious tear that starts,
Or trembles in the eye.
2 Thou canst, when anguish rends the heart,
The secret woe control;
The inward malady canst heal,
The sickness of the soul.
3 Thou canst repress the rising sigh,
Canst soothe each mortal care;
And every deep and heartfelt groan
Is wafted to Thine ear.
4 Thy gracious eye is watchful still;
Thy potent arm can save
From threatening danger and disease,
And all-devouring grave.
5 When pale and languid all the frame,
The ruthless hand of pain
Arrests the feeble powers of life,
The help of man is vain.
6 ’Tis Thou, great God! alone canst check
The progress of disease;
And sickness, awed by power divine,
The high command obeys.
7 Eternal source of life and health.
And every bliss we feel!
In sorrow and in joy to Thee
Our grateful hearts appeal. Languages: English Tune Title: LYTHAM
To Calm The Sorrows Of The Mind
