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2 Tawarikh 16:9

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2 Tawarikh 1:11-12

• [2Taw 1:12] O Grant Us Light

  O grant us light, that we may know The wisdom Thou alone canst give, That truth may guide where’er we go, And virtue bless where’er we live. O grant us light, that we may see Where error lurks in human lore, And turn our doubting minds to Thee, And love Thy simple Word the more. O grant us light, that we may learn, How dead is life from Thee apart, How sure is joy for all who turn To Thee an undivided heart. O grant us light, in grief and pain, To lift our burdened hearts above, That truth may guide where’er we go, And virtue bless where’er we live. O grant us light, when, soon or late, All earthly scenes shall pass away, In Thee to find the open gate To deathless home and endless day.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

2 Tawarikh 30:8-9

• [2Taw 30:8] Little Brown Church In The Vale

  There’s a church in the valley by the wildwood, No lovelier spot in the dale; No place is so dear to my childhood, As the little brown church in the vale. Refrain Come to the church in the wildwood, Oh, come to the church in the dale, No spot is so dear to my childhood, As the little brown church in the vale. How sweet on a clear, Sabbath morning, To list to the clear ringing bell; Its tones so sweetly are calling, Oh, come to the church in the vale. Refrain There, close by the church in the valley, Lies one that I loved so well; She sleeps, sweetly sleeps, ’neath the willow, Disturb not her rest in the vale. Refrain There, close by the side of that loved one, To trees where the wild flowers bloom, When the farewell hymn shall be chanted I shall rest by her side in the tomb. Refrain From the church in the valley by the wildwood, When day fades away into night, I would fain from this spot of my childhood Wing my way to the mansions of light. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [2Taw 30:9] Thou Gracious Power

  Thou gracious Power, whose mercy lends The light of home, the smile of friends, Our families in Thine arms enfold As in the peaceful days of old. Wilt Thou not hear us while we raise, In sweet accord of solemn praise, The voices that have mingled long In joyous flow of mirth and song? For all the blessings life has brought, For all its sorrowing hours have taught, For all we mourn, for all we keep, The hands we clasp, the loved that sleep. The noontide sunshine of the past, These brief, bright moments fading fast, The stars that gild our darkening years, The twilight ray from holier spheres. We thank Thee, Father; let Thy grace Our narrowing circle still embrace, Thy mercy shed its heavenly store, Thy peace be with us evermore.

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  source: Cyberhymnal