Hymn 288 — Our hearts Thou dost console, O Lord,
| 288 | UNKNOWN from French | L.M. |
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Our hearts Thou dost console, O Lord, Thou who affordest heav'nly light; Thy Spirit speaks to us Thy word, And dwells with us throughout the night. | |
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Thy voice, O Lord, is near at hand; The Spirit gives us access free; He helps us here to understand, And moves our hearts with thoughts of Thee. | |
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The memory of Thy wondrous love Thine own still treasure here below; While in this waste, from heav'n above Thy glory and Thy grace we know. | |
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Thine is the world of life, where more By far than Eshcol's grapes is found: Refreshment, strength, from Thy vast store We have, despite the barren ground. | |
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But soon the Spirit's gentle grace In service shall completed be; And we in light, and face to face -- Thou Holy One -- shall speak to Thee. | |