Address—B. Prost
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Could we sing together #76?
#76 Rise my soul.
Thy God directs thee strange, your hands no more in peace.
Stories vary as to how this hymn was written. Some say it was written by the brother who wrote it when he was laboring for the Lord in Switzerland.
Another story that apparently is reasonably well authenticated says that he went to a particular village to preach and was kicked out and told to be on his way in the midst of a pouring rainstorm, and that in taking refuge under a big tree on the outskirts of the village.
He sat down and was so filled with the joy of the Lord that the.
Words of this hymn came to him and I guess I like to think, if that story is true, of how someone could pen those words.
Garments fresh and foot unweary, tell how God hath brought thee through under those circumstances.
#76.
I'm going to start a different tune. Most people don't know that one.
Rise, my soul, thy God direct.
There, come hold it. There never.
Mind, that's the issue. It's.