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1      [Set to the Church Chimes and Sung on This Occasion]


3      Laus Deo, it is done!

         Rolled away from loving heart

             Is a stone.

6      Joyous, risen, we depart

             Having one.

         Laus Deo, — on this rock

9      (Heaven chiselled squarely good)

             Stands His church, —

         God is Love, and understood

12        By His flock.

         Laus Deo, night starlit

         Slumbers not in God’s embrace;

15        Then, O man!

         Like this stone, be in thy place;

             Stand, not sit.

18    Cold, silent, stately stone,

         Dirge and song and shoutings low,

             In thy heart

21    Dwell serene, — and sorrow? No,

         It has none,

             Laus Deo!

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         “FEED MY SHEEP”

         Shepherd, show me how to go

3          O’er the hillside steep,

         How to gather, how to sow, —

             How to feed Thy sheep;

6      I will listen for Thy voice,

             Lest my footsteps stray;

         I will follow and rejoice

9          All the rugged way.

         Thou wilt bind the stubborn will,

             Wound the callous breast,

12    Make self-righteousness be still,

             Break earth’s stupid rest.

         Strangers on a barren shore,

15        Lab’ring long and lone —

         We would enter by the door,

             And Thou know’st Thine own.

18    So, when day grows dark and cold,

             Tear or triumph harms,

         Lead Thy lambkins to the fold,

21        Take them in Thine arms;

         Feed the hungry, heal the heart,

             Till the morning’s beam;

24    White as wool, ere they depart —

             Shepherd, wash them clean.

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         O’er waiting harpstrings of the mind

3          There sweeps a strain,

         Low, sad, and sweet, whose measures bind

             The power of pain.

6      And wake a white-winged angel throng

             Of thoughts, illumed

         By faith, and breathed in raptured song,

9          With love perfumed.

         Then His unveiled, sweet mercies show

             Life’s burdens light.

12    I kiss the cross, and wake to know

             A world more bright.

         And o’er earth’s troubled, angry sea

15        I see Christ walk,

         And come to me, and tenderly,

             Divinely talk.

18    Thus Truth engrounds me on the rock,

             Upon Life’s shore;

         ‘Gainst which the winds and waves can shock,

21        Oh, nevermore !

         From tired joy and grief afar,

             And nearer Thee, —

24    Father, where Thine own children are,

             I love to be.

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1      My prayer, some daily good to do

             To Thine, for Thee;

3      An offering pure of Love, whereto

             God leadeth me.

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