We a little longer wait, But how little none can know. A-men. Rev. RAY PALMER, 1865 4 49 432 TICHFIELD 7s. 81. R. W. BEATY 2. All a round, Crown'd with mercies large and free, are sped, All its bus 1. Thou who roll'st the year its numbered days y scenes are o'er, our follies, Lord, for - give! Cleanse us from each guilty stain; 3. All 642 564 b hushing ev'ry fear; Spo-ken thro' the silence by our Father's voice, be thou not dis - mayed; Yea, I will up-hold thee with My own right hand, living streams shall rise; For the sad and sin - ful shall His grace a-bound; He will never break. Resting on His prom - ise, what have we to fear? Refrain Ten-der,strong and faith-ful,mak-ing us re-joice. On-ward,then,and fear not, 2 chil-dren of the day, For His word shall never, nev- er pass a-way. A-men. |