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<h2>CHRIST WILL GATHER IN HIS OWN</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“Where I am, there shall also My servant be.” John 12:26</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_z_i_zinzendorf_nl.jpg" alt="Nikolaus Ludwig von Zinzendorf (1700-1760)" width="128.666666666667" height="162"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_v_o_vonzinzendorf_nl.html" target="_blank">Nikolaus Ludwig von Zinzendorf</a> (<em>Deiner Kinder Sammelplatz</em>) <em>Kleine Brüder Gesangbuch</em> (London: 1754); translated from German to English by <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_w_i_winkworth_c.html" target="_blank">Catherine Winkworth</a>, <em>Lyra Germanica</em>, 1858.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Heinlein,” <em>Nürnbergisches Gesangbuch</em>, 1676 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_h_heinlein.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_m_o_monk_wh.jpg" alt="William Henry Monk (1823-1889)" width="139.333333333333" height="178.666666666667"></td>
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<p>Christ will gather in His own<br>
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To the place where He is gone,<br>
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Where their heart and treasure lie,<br>
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Where our life is hid on high.</p>
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<p>Day by day the voice saith, “Come,<br>
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Enter thine eternal home”;<br>
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Asking not if we can spare<br>
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This dear soul it summons there.</p>
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<p>Had He asked us, well we know<br>
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We should cry, “O spare this blow!”<br>
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Yes, with streaming tears should pray,<br>
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“Lord, we love <em>him</em>, let <em>him</em> stay.”<br>
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[substitute <em>her</em> if appropriate]</p>
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<p>But the Lord doth naught amiss,<br>
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And, since He hath ordered this,<br>
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We have naught to do but still<br>
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Rest in silence on His will.</p>
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<p>Many a heart no longer here,<br>
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Ah! was all too inly dear,<br>
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Yet, O Love, ’tis Thou dost call,<br>
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Thou wilt be our All in all.</p>
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