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Fahrbach 8s & 7s

By Fynn Titford-Mock

B♭ major
Folk hymn
Time signature
William Cowper, unknown


Hear what God the Lord hath spoken,
"Oh my people, faint and few;
Comfortless, afflicted, broken,
Fair abodes I built for you;

Thorns of heartfelt tribulation
Shall no more perplex your ways
You shall name your walls salvation,
And your gates shall all be praise.


There, like streams that feed the garden,
Pleasures without end shall flow;
For the Lord your faith rewarding,
All his bounty shall bestow:

Still in undisturbed possession,
Peace and righteousness shall reign;
Never shall you feel oppression - 
Hear the voice of war again.


Ye no more your suns descending,
Waning moons no more shall see,
But, your griefs for ever ending,
Find eternal noon in me,

God shall rise, and shining o'er you,
Change to day the gloom of night;
He, the Lord, shall be your glory,
God your everlasting light."