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148. Lord, While Our Souls in Faith Repose | C.M. |
| by Mary Bowley |
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| 1 | Lord, while our souls in faith repose |
| Upon Thy precious blood, |
| Peace like an even river flows, |
| And mercy like a flood. |
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| 2 | But boundless joy shall fill our hearts |
| When gazing on Thy face; |
| We fully see what faith imparts, |
| And glory crowns Thy grace. |
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| 3 | Unseen we love Thee; dear Thy name; |
| But when our eyes behold, |
| With joyful wonder we'll exclaim, |
| "The half had not been told!" |
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| 4 | For Thou exceedest all the fame |
| Our ears have ever heard; |
| How happy we who know Thy name, |
| And trust Thy faithful word! |
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