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<h2>ONCE MORE THE SOLEMN SEASON CALLS</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“Rend your heart, and not your garments, and turn unto the Lor your God.” Joel 2:13</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_o_u_ouseley_fag.jpg" alt="Frederick Arthur Gore Ouseley (1825-1889)" align="right" hspace="15" vspace="5" width="133.333333333333" height="226"><em>Words:</em> Unknown author; translated from Latin to English by <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_c_h_chandler_j.html" target="_blank">John Chandler</a> and the compilers of <em>Hymns Ancient and Modern</em>.</p>
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Hereford (Ouseley),” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_o_u_ouseley_fag.html" target="_blank">Frederick Arthur Gore Ouseley</a> (1825-1889) </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_h_e_hereforo.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>Once more the solemn season calls<br>
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A holy fast to keep;<br>
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And now within the temple walls<br>
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Let priest and people weep.</p>
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<p>But vain all outward sign of grief,<br>
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And vain the form of prayer,<br>
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Unless the heart implore relief,<br>
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And penitence be there.</p>
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<p>We smite the breast, we weep in vain,<br>
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In vain in ashes mourn,<br>
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Unless with penitential pain<br>
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The smitten soul be torn.</p>
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<p>In sorrow true then let us pray<br>
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To our offended God,<br>
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From us to turn His wrath away<br>
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And stay the uplifted rod.</p>
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<p>O God, our Judge and Father, deign<br>
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To spare the bruisèd reed;<br>
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We pray for time to turn again,<br>
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For grace to turn indeed.</p>
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<p>Blest Three in One to Thee we bow;<br>
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Vouchsafe us, in Thy love,<br>
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To gather from these fasts below<br>
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Immortal fruit above.</p>
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