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Love, unto thine own who camest
condescending,
whom thine own received not:
light, that shinedst in the darkness,
but the darkness
thy splendour perceived not:
O blessed were they who saw thee,
who were chosen
first saints of thy saving word:
blessed they who have not seen thee,
yet believing
are called by thee, O Lord.
Like stars in the night appearing,
some are shining,
leaders high of man’s desire:
saints are some, in silent temples
ever burning,
bright lamps of love’s living fire.
Thou hidest them, Love almighty,
in thy presence,
from this world’s provoking wrongs:
sheltered in thy quiet haven
thou dost keep them
from strife of ungodly tongues.
Love, unto thine own who camest,
may thy servants
thy great love receive aright:
grant, O grant that out of darkness
all creation
may come to thy marvelous light.
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1925 | # 130 | | 1900 | # 92 |
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