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Labour itself is but a sorrowful song,
The protest of the weak against the strong.
Hymns (1871)
The sea, unmated creature, tired and lone,
Makes on its desolate sands eternal moan.
Hymns (1871)
For right is right, since God is God;
And right the day must win;
To doubt would be disloyalty,
To falter would be sin.
Hymns (1871)
O Paradise! O Paradise!
The world is growing old;
Who would not be at rest and free
Where love is never cold?
Hymns (1871)
If our love were but more simple,
We should take Him at His word;
And our lives would be all sunshine
In the sweetness of the Lord.
Hymns (1871)
Dear Lord! in all our loneliest pains
Thou hast the largest share,
And that which is unbearable
'Tis Thine, not ours, to bear.
Hymns (1871)
O Paradise! O Paradise!
Who doth not crave for rest?
Who would not seek the happy land,
Where they that love are blest?
Hymns (1871)
I have no cares, O blessed Will!
For all my cares are Thine;
I live in triumph, Lord! for Thou
Hast made Thy triumphs mine.
Hymns (1871)
Hark! Hark! my soul, angelic songs are swelling
O’er earth’s green fields and ocean’s wave-beat shore;
How sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling
Of that new life when sin shall be no more!
Hymns (1871)
O Majesty unspeakable and dread!
Wert Thou less mighty than Thou art,
Thou wert, O Lord! too great for our belief,
Too little for our heart.
Hymns (1871)
Labor is sweet, for Thou hast toiled,
And care is light, for Thou hast cared;
Let not our works with self be soiled,
Nor in unsimple ways ensnared.
Through life's long day and death's dark night,
O gentle Jesus! be our light.
Hymns (1871)