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Christ, whose glory fills the skies

So great a salvation, ye saints of the Lord

Thou sweet, beloved will of God

Lord, I hear of show’rs of blessing

He’s resurrection, He is life

Be still, my heart! these anxious cares

How oft believers through the years

Blessed is he that is trusting the Lord

Hark, the Savior’s knocking, knocking

To do Thy will I seek, Lord