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1. {0 balm of care and sadness, Most day of joy and light,. On thee, the high and lowly,

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Thro' ages joined in tune, Sing "Ho-ly, holy, ho-ly," To the great God Tri-une.

2 On thee, at the creation,

The light first had its birth;
On thee, for our salvation,
Christ rose from depths of earth;
On thee, our Lord victorious,

The Spirit sent from heaven;
And thus on thee, most glorious,
A triple light was given.

3 To-day on weary nations
The heavenly manna falls;
To holy convocations

The silver trumpet calls,
Where gospel light is glowing
With pure and radiant beams,
And living water flowing

With soul-refreshing streams.

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Asleep in Jesus.

A calm and un dis-turbed re-pose, Un-bro-ken by the last of foes.
With holy con - fidence to sing, That death has lost his venomed sting.
No fear, no woe, shall dim that hour That man - i - fests the Savior's pow'r.
Secure-ly shall my ash - es lie, Wait-ing the sum-mons from on high.

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