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When the stranger asks a home,
All his toils to end;
When the hungry craveth food,
And the poor a friend;
When the sailor on the wave
Bows the fervent knee;
When the soldier on the field
Lifts his heart to thee :
Hear then in love, Lord, the cry,
In heaven, thy dwelling-place on high.
All his toils to end;
When the hungry craveth food,
And the poor a friend;
When the sailor on the wave
Bows the fervent knee;
When the soldier on the field
Lifts his heart to thee :
Hear then in love, Lord, the cry,
In heaven, thy dwelling-place on high.
When the man of toil and care.
In the city crowd;
When the shepherd on the moor
Names the Name of God;
When the learned and the high.
Tired of earthly fame,
Upon higher joys intent.
Name the blessed Name :
Hear then in love, Lord, the cry,
In heaven, thy dwelling-place on high.
In the city crowd;
When the shepherd on the moor
Names the Name of God;
When the learned and the high.
Tired of earthly fame,
Upon higher joys intent.
Name the blessed Name :
Hear then in love, Lord, the cry,
In heaven, thy dwelling-place on high.
When the child, with grave fresh lip,
Youth or maiden fair;
When the aged, weak and grey,
Seek thy face in prayer;
When the widow weeps to thee.
Sad and lone and low;
When the orphan brings to thee
All his orphan woe :
Hear then in love, Lord, the cry.
In heaven, thy dwelling-place on high.
Youth or maiden fair;
When the aged, weak and grey,
Seek thy face in prayer;
When the widow weeps to thee.
Sad and lone and low;
When the orphan brings to thee
All his orphan woe :
Hear then in love, Lord, the cry.
In heaven, thy dwelling-place on high.
When creation, in her pangs.
Heaves her heavy groan;
When thy Salem's exiled sons
Breathe their bitter moan;
When thy widowed, weeping Church,
Looking for a home,
Sendeth up her silent sigh —
Come, Lord Jesus, come':
Hear then in love, Lord, the cry,
In heaven, thy dwelling-place on high.
Heaves her heavy groan;
When thy Salem's exiled sons
Breathe their bitter moan;
When thy widowed, weeping Church,
Looking for a home,
Sendeth up her silent sigh —
Come, Lord Jesus, come':
Hear then in love, Lord, the cry,
In heaven, thy dwelling-place on high.
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