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<h2>HIS VOICE, AS THE SOUND OF THE DULCIMER SWEET</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“The voice of my beloved!” Song of Solomon 2:8</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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<p><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_w_a_walker_w.jpg" align="right" alt="William Walker (1809-1875)" hspace="15" vspace="5" width="133.333333333333" height="200"><em>Words:</em> Anonymous.</p>
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<p><em>Music</em>: “Samanthra,” <em>The Southern Harmony and Musical Companion</em>, by <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_w_a_walker_w.html" target="_blank">William Walker</a> (New York: Hastings House, 1835) </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_s_a_samanthra.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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<p>His voice, as the sound of the dulcimer sweet, is heard through the shadows of death;<br>
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The cedars of Lebanon bow at His feet, the air is perfumed with His breath.<br>
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His lips as the fountain of righteousness flow, that waters the garden of grace,<br>
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From which their salvation the Gentiles shall know, and bask in the smiles of His face.</p>
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<p>O! Thou in Whose presence my soul takes delight, on Whom in affliction I call;<br>
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My Comfort by day, and my Song in the night, my Hope, my Salvation, my All—<br>
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Where dost Thou at noontide resort with Thy sheep, to feed on the pastures of love?<br>
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Say, why in the valley of death should I weep, or ’lone in the wilderness rove?</p>
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<p>O! why should I wander an alien from thee, and cry in the desert for bread?<br>
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Thy foes will rejoice when my sorrows they see, and smile at the tears I have shed.<br>
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Ye daughters of Zion, declare, have you seen the Star that on Israel shone?<br>
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Say if in your tents my Belovèd hath been, and where, with His flock, is He gone?</p>
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<p>“What is thy Belovèd, thou dignified fair? What excellent beauties hath He?<br>
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His charms and perfections be pleased to declare, that we may embrace Him with thee.”<br>
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This is my Belovèd, His form is divine; His vestments shed odor around;<br>
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The locks on His head are as grapes on the vine, when autumn with plenty is crowned.</p>
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<p>The roses of Sharon, the lilies that grow in the vales, on the banks of the streams<br>
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On His cheeks in the beauty of excellence blow; His eyes are as quivers of beams.<br>
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His voice as the sound of the dulcimer sweet is heard through the shadows of death;<br>
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The cedars of Lebanon bow at His feet, the air is perfumed with His breath.</p>
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