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A little child may know

Our Father's name of love

’Tis written on the earth below

And on the sky above

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Around me when I look

His handiwork I see

This world is like a picture book

To teach His love to me

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Lovely the meadow flow’rs

Waken’d by gentle rain

Lovely the rainbow in the show’rs

Arching the heav’nly plain!

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And in the nighttime, too

All of those stars I see

Shining so fair up in the blue

Whisper God’s love to me

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Give of your best to the Master,

Give of the strength of your youth

Throw your soul's fresh, glowing ardor

Into the battle for truth.

Jesus has set the example

Dauntless was He, young and brave

Give Him your loyal devotion,

Give Him the best that you have.

Give of your best to the Master

Give of the strength of your youth

Clad in salvation's full armor,

Join in the battle for truth.

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Give of your best to the Master,

Give Him first place in your heart

Give Him first place in your service

Consecrate ev'ry part.

Give, and to you shall be given

God His beloved Son gave

Gratefully seeking to serve Him,

Give Him the best that you have.

Give of your best to the Master

Give of the strength of your youth

Clad in salvation's full armor,

Join in the battle for truth.

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Give of your best to the Master,

Naught else is worthy His love

He gave Himself for your ranson,

Gave up His glory above.

Laid down His life without mur mur,

You from sin's ruin to save

Give Him your heart's adoration,

Give Him the best that you have.

Give of your best to the Master

Give of the strength of your youth

Clad in salvation's full armor,

Join in the battle for truth.

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Ev'ry heart beats like theocean,

Our youth, the young and free

Ev'ry eye is shining, dazzled

By the springtime dreams we see!

All the word and work of Jesus

Are the living way and truth

Him we'll follow, faithful ever,

And to this we pledge our youth.

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Soaring upward like the heavens,

Our youth, the young and free

Let our love be deep and boundless

As the deep and boundless sea.

We are call'd as sons and daughters

Of the Lord, and all one blood

So we pledge our hearts and bodies

To live by the will fo God.

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Like volcanoes, flaming sunward,

Our youth, the young and free

Or like waterfalls of gladness

Let our lifeblood crimson be.

So much work avaits our doing

In this land that gave us birth,

Let us bear the Gospel onward

With our utmost will and worth.

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Ample as the breadth of Asia

Our youth, the young and free

Let our spirits match our mountains

In their strength and majesty.

Lifting high the Cross, with singing

Let us ever onward go,

Till the will of God in heaven

Is fulfill'd on earth below.

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Precious love, the love of mother,

Broad and deep beyond all praise!

Precious love, it stirs my spirit

Gives me gladness all my days.

Mother pray'd when I was weeping,

Made my sorrows all her own

And when I was glad and smiling

Sang her praises at the Throne.

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Precious Book, my mother's Bible,

Which she read me morn and night.

Still I see her read, and, pausing,

Call some treasure to my sight

"Whosoever but beliveeth

Shall receive eternal life."

Precious words of her reciting,

Still my strength in mortal strife!

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When I lie alone and troubled,

Restless with exhausting fears,

Mother's voice, in hymns she sang me,

Echoes living in my ears:

"From the rock flow springs of water

In the desert flowers grow."

"Those who walk the way with Jesus

Need fear nothing here below."

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Mother's life was sweet and humble,

Strong and firm in doing right,

I can make my life worth living

With her ever in my sight.

Mother, in a world of tempests,

Fought the good fight all her days

Soon, by streams of living water,

I shall live with her always.

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All year in our home the spring breezes blow

Since God our Father abides with us here

Firm faith the bedrock unshaken below

Our home’s a garden of gladness all year

How we thank Him Immanuel!

Our home His, His, to serve Christ alway!

How we thank Him, Immanuel!

Such joy and blessedness, day upon day!

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Our parents, gentle with strong, tender care!

Brother and sister, love link’d from our youth!

Here where all grieving and gladness we share

One thatchroof room, and it’s heaven in truth

How we thank Him Immanuel!

Our home His, His, to serve Christ alway!

How we thank Him, Immanuel!

Such joy and blessedness, day upon day!

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One household, working till all work is done

Morning and ev’ning in love and good cheer

One table, with food and drink shar’d as one

This is our Garden of Eden right here!

How we thank Him Immanuel!

Our home His, His, to serve Christ alway!

How we thank Him, Immanuel!

Such joy and blessedness, day upon day!

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Come, ye thankful people, come,

Raise the song of harvesthome

All is safely gathered in,

Ere the winter storms begin

God, our Maker, doth provide

For our wants to be supplied

Come to God's own temple, come,

Raise the song of harvesthome.

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All the world is God's own field,

Fruit unto His praise to yield

Wheat and tares together sown,

Unto joy or sorrow grown

First the blade, and then the ear,

Then the full corn shall appear

Lord of harvest, grant that we

Wholesome grain and pure may be.

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For the Lord our God shall come,

And shall take His harvesthome

From His field shall in that day

All offences purge away

Give His angels charge at last

In the fire the tares to cast,

But the fruitful ears to store

In His garner evermore.

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Even so, Lord, quickly come to

Thy final harvesthome

Gather Thou Thy people in,

Free from sorrow, free from sin

There, forever purified,

In Thy presence to abide

Come, with all Thine angels, come,

Raise the glorious harvesthome.

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See the birds that fly the heavens

How they neither plow the earth

Nor yet gather for the store house

Any fruits the ground brings forth

Yet your Heavenly Father feeds them

Then what future can you dread?

You to Him so much more precious

Shall you not like them be fed?

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See the lilies of the meadow

How they neither toil nor spin

Yet their raiment makes the splendor

Of King Solomon seem dim

Then shall God not clothe His children

Whom He loves, for whom He years

If He so bedecks the grasses

Which the farmer cuts the burns?

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Be not anxious for the future

What to eat or drink or wear

For such foolish fears and worries

Are th’unb’liveing gentiles’ care

But your Heavenly Father’s bounty

Bears you up on eagles’ wings

And before you ask, your Father

Knows your need of all these things

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Seek you first your Father’s kingdom

And His righteousness, and do

Not your will but His, and surely

These things shall be added, too

Be not anxious for tomorrow

Carry no day’s burdens twice

God has planned that each day’s troubles

For their own day shall suffice

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Far and near the fields are teeming

With the sheaves of ripened grain

Far and near their gold is gleaming

O’er the sunny slope and plain

Lord of harvest, send forth reapers!

Hear us Lord, to Thee we cry

Send them now the sheaves to gather

Ere the harvest-time pass by

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Send them forth with morn’s first beaming

Send them in the noon-tide’s glare

When the sun’s last rays are streaming

Bid them gather everywhere

Lord of harvest, send forth reapers!

Hear us Lord, to Thee we cry

Send them now the sheaves to gather

Ere the harvest-time pass by

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O thou, whom thy Lord is sending

Gather now the sheaves of gold

Heavenward then at evening wending

Thou shalt come with joy untold

Lord of harvest, send forth reapers!

Hear us Lord, to Thee we cry

Send them now the sheaves to gather

Ere the harvest-time pass by

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When the harvest is completed

And the last grain safely stor'd

Then with joy shall we be seated

At the banquet of the Lord

Lord of harvest, send forth reapers!

Hear us Lord, to Thee we cry

Send them now the sheaves to gather

Ere the harvest-time pass by

Amen

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Sing to the Lord of harvest

Sing songs of love and praise

With joyful hearts and voices

Your alleluias raise

By Him the rolling seasons

In fruitful order move

Sing to the Lord of harvest

A joyous song of love

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By Him the clouds drop fatness

The deserts bloom and spring

The hills leap up in gladness

The valleys laugh and sing

He blesses from His fullness

All things with large increase

He crowns the year with goodness

With plenty and with peace

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Bring to His sacred altar

The gifts His goodness gave

The golden sheaves of harvest

The souls He died to save

Your hearts lay down before Him

When at His feet you fall

And with your lives adore Him

Who gave His life for all

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We plow the fields, and scatter

The good seed on the land,

But it is fed and watered

By God's almighty hand

He sends the snow in winter,

The warmth to swell the grain,

The breezes and the sunshine,

And soft refreshing rain.

All good gifts around us

Are sent from heav'n above

Then thank the Lord, O thank the Lord

For all His love.

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He only is the Maker

Of all things near and far

He paints the wayside flower,

He lights the evening star

The winds and waves obey Him,

By Him the birds are fed

Much more to us, His children,

He gives our daily bread.

All good gifts around us

Are sent from heav'n above

Then thank the Lord, O thank the Lord

For all His love.

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We thank Thee, then, O Father,

For all things bright and good,

The seedtime and the harvest,

Our life, our health, our food

No gifts have we to offer

For all Thy love imparts,

But that which Thou desirest,

Our humble thankful hearts.

All good gifts around us

Are sent from heav'n above

Then thank the Lord, O thank the Lord

For all His love.

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Every hill seems to be aflame

Autumn colors glowing

Every dell pours itself away

Silver stream lets flowing

Golden fields like the golden sun

Bounty are bringing

Radiant heaven in divine delight

Floods the earth with singing!

To all distances where the eye searches

In all crevices where the hand can touch

See the fruits God’s mercies afford

And the grains His hand has out-poured!

Let us give thanks, then! Praise we the Lord!

Let us give thanks, then! Praise we the Lord!

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Every field where the seed was sown

Promises full mea-sure

Every tree in the or-chard grown

Promises its treasure

Wind and rain and the sun are planned

All for our blessing

Pouring out in each open hand

Bounty beyond guessing

To all distances where the eye searches

In all crevices where the hand can touch

See the fruits God’s mercies afford

And the grains His hand has out-poured!

Let us give thanks, then! Praise we the Lord!

Let us give thanks, then! Praise we the Lord!

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For the sweat of the farmer’s brow

In His goodness given

Where the earth, wounded by the plow

In the spring was riven

Harvest wealth shall be his reward

Such is God’s promise

All the good gifts of God out-poured

Lavishly upon us

To all distances where the eye searches

In all crevices where the hand can touch

See the fruits God’s mercies afford

And the grains His hand has out-poured!

Let us give thanks, then! Praise we the Lord!

Let us give thanks, then! Praise we the Lord!

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If we stand firmly on the Word

Then upon our sowing

Daily rains promised of the Lord

Shall assure the growing

Break the clods, plough the wasted field

All our strength spending

When we see God’s rewards revealed

We’ll give thanks unending

To all distances where the eye searches

In all crevices where the hand can touch

See the fruits God’s mercies afford

And the grains His hand has out-poured!

Let us give thanks, then! Praise we the Lord!

Let us give thanks, then! Praise we the Lord!

Amen

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For the beauty of the earth,

For the beauty of the skies,

For the love which from our birth

Over and around us lies,

Lord of all, to Thee we raise

This our hymn of grateful praise.

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For the beauty of each hour

Of the day and of the night,

Hill and vale, and tree and flower,

Sun and moon, and stars of light,

Lord of all, to Thee we raise

This our hymn of grateful praise.

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For the joy of ear and eye

For the heart and mind's delight

For the mystic harmony,

Linking sense to sound and sight,

Lord of all, to Thee we raise

This our hymn of grateful praise.

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For the joy of human love,

Brother, sister, parent, child,

Friends on earth, and friends above

For all gentle tho'ts and mild,

Lord of all, to Thee we raise

This our hymn of grateful praise.

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For Thy church that evermore

Lifteth holy hands above,

Off'ring up on ev'ry shore

Its pure sacrifice of love,

Lord of all, to Thee we raise

This our hymn of grateful praise.

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For Thyself, blest Gift Divine!

To our race so freely giv'n

For that great, great love of Thine,

Peace on earth, and joy in heav'n.

Lord of all, to Thee we raise

This our hymn of grateful praise.

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Come to the Savior, make no delay

Here in His Word He has shown us the way

Here in our midst He’s standing today

Tenderly saying, "Come!"

Joyful, joyful will the meeting be

When from sin our hearts are pure and free

And we shall gather, Savior, with Thee

In our eternal home

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"Suffer the children!" O hear His voice!

Let ev’ry heart leap forth and rejoice

And let us freely make Him our choice

Do not delay, but come

Joyful, joyful will the meeting be

When from sin our hearts are pure and free

And we shall gather, Savior, with Thee

In our eternal home

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Think once again, He’s with us today

Heed now His blest command, and obey

Hear now His accents tenderly say

"Will you, My children, come?"

Joyful, joyful will the meeting be

When from sin our hearts are pure and free

And we shall gather, Savior, with Thee

In our eternal home

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Ring the bells of heaven! there is joy today,

For a soul, returning from the wild!

See! the Father meets him out upon the way,

Welcoming His weary, wandering child.

Glory! glory! how the angels sing

Glory! glory! How the loud harps ring!

'Tis the ransomed army, like a mighty sea,

Pealing forth the anthem of the free.

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Ring the bells of heaven! there is joy today,

For the wanderer now is reconciled

Yes, a soul is rescued from his sinful way,

And is born anew a ransomed child.

Glory! glory! how the angels sing

Glory! glory! How the loud harps ring!

'Tis the ransomed army, like a mighty sea,

Pealing forth the anthem of the free.

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Ring the bells of heaven! spread the feast today!

Angels, swell the glad triumphant strain!

Tell the joyful tidings, bear it far away!

For a precious soul is born again.

Glory! glory! how the angels sing

Glory! glory! How the loud harps ring!

'Tis the ransomed army, like a mighty sea,

Pealing forth the anthem of the free.

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Come home! come home!

You are weary at heart,

For the way has been dark,

And so lonly and wild

O prodigalchild!

Come home! oh come home!

Come home! Come oh come home!

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Come home! come home!

For we watch and we wait,

And we stand at the gate,

While the shadows are piled

O prodigalchild!

Come home! oh come home!

Come home! Come oh come home!

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Come home! come home!

From the sorrow and blame,

From the sin and the shame,

And the tempter that smiled.

O prodigalchild!

Come home! oh come home!

Come home! Come oh come home!

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Come home! come home!

There is bread and to sprar,

And a warm welcome there,

Then, to friend reconciled.

O prodigalchild!

Come home! oh come home!

Come home!Come oh come home!

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Come, ye disconsolate,

where'er ye languish

Come to the mercyseat,

Fervently kneel,

Here bring your wounded hearts

here tell you're anguish.

Earth has no sorrow

that heav'n cannot heal.

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Joy of the desolate,

light of the straying

Hope of the penitent,

fadeless and pure,

Here speaks the comforter,

tenderly saying

"Earth has no sorrow

that heav'n cannot cure."

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Here see the bread of life

see waters flowing

Forth from the throne of God,

pure from above.

Come to the feast of love

come ever knowing

Earth has no sorrow

but heav'n can remove.

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All who draw nigh and take,

here of Cod's bounty

Shall know a spring of Life,

still to increase,

Water of life shall flow

up from within them,

Ending all thirsting,

and never to cease.

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O, come home, don't dalay!

Only come back home today!

Can our sins, however great,

However stark and gave

Prove more than Jesus can carry

Who came to seek and save

Broader far is Jesus' ample breast

Than is heaven from East to west!

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O, come home, don't dalay!

Only come back home today!

For our Saviour, ev'ry day,

Stands waiting there for you,

And nightly, door standing open,

He waits the darkness through

For His child's return, who's gone away,

Still He's waiting. Oh, don't delay!

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O, come home, don't dalay!

Only come back home today!

Thourgh the Lord chastize with pain,

Though heavy seem His hand,

He wounds and He gives the healing,

Consoles and makes to stand.

Our Lord spreads wide His arms for you

Do come quickly! Come home oh, do!

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Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling

Calling for you and for me

See, on the portals He's waiting and watching,

Watching for you and for me.

Come home,come home,

Ye who are weary, come home(Come home)

Earnestly, tenderly, Jesus is calling,

Calling, O sinner, come home!

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Why should we tarry when Jesus is pleading,

Pleading for you and for me

Why should we linger and heed not His mercies,

Mercies for you and for me

Come home, come home,

Ye who are weary, come home(Come home)

Earnestly, tenderly, Jesus is calling,

Calling, O sinner, come home!

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Time is now fleeting, the moments are passing

Passing from you and from me

Shadous are gathering, deathbeds are coming,

Coming for you and for me.

Come home, come home,

Ye who are weary, come home(Come home)

Earnestly, tenderly, Jesus is calling,

Calling, O sinner, come home!

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O for the wonderful love He has promised,

Promised for you and for me!

Though we have sinned, He has mercy and pardon,

Pardon for you and for me.

Come home, come home,

Ye who are weary, come home(Come home)

Earnestly, tenderly, Jesus is calling,

Calling, O sinner, come home!

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Patiently, tenderly pleading,

Jesus is standing today

At your heart's door He knocks as before,

Oh, turn Him no longer away.

Don't turn Him away

Don't turn Him away,

He has come back to your heart again,

Although you've gone astray

Oh, how you'll need Him to plead you cause

On that eternal day!

Don't turn the Saviour away from your heart

Don't turn Him away

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Gracious, compassionate mercy

Bro't Him from mansions above

Caused Him to wait Just outside your gate,

Oh, yield to His wonderful love.

Don't turn Him away

Don't turn Him away,

He has come back to your heart again,

Although you've gone astray

Oh, how you'll need Him to plead you cause

On that eternal day!

Don't turn the Saviour away from your heart

Don't turn Him away

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Can you not now hear Him calling

Do not illtreat such a Friend

Give up you sin, Oh, let Him come in,

Lo! He will be true to the end.

Don't turn Him away

Don't turn Him away,

He has come back to your heart again,

Although you've gone astray

Oh, how you'll need Him to plead you cause

On that eternal day!

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Behold! a Stranger at the door

He gently knocks, has knocked before,

Has waited long, is waiting still

You treat no other friend so ill.

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Admit Him, for the human breast

Ne'er entertained so kind a Guest

The Man of Nazareth, 'tis He,

With garments dyed at Calvary.

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Yet know, nor of the terms complain,

If Jesus comes, He comes to reign,

To reign, and with no partial sway

Tho'ts must be slain that disobey.

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Oh, let the heav'nly Stranger in

Let, in thy heart, His reign begin.

Admit Him, open wide the door,

And He will bless thee evermore.