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<title>BLB Hymns</title>
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<h2>ROLL OUT, O SONG, TO GOD!</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“I the Lord do not change.” Malachi 3:6</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><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_s_e_sewall_f.html" target="_blank">Frank Sewall</a> (1837-1915).
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Viglia,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_s_m_smyth_jk.html" target="_blank">Julian K. Smyth</a> </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_v_i_viglia.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>Roll out, O song to God!<br>
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Move on, ye throngs of men!<br>
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Chances and changes come and go;<br>
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God changeth not! Amen.<br>
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And on the throngs of men,<br>
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On worrying care and strife,<br>
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Sinks down, as if from angel tongues,<br>
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The word of hope and life.</p>
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<p>Down in the darksome ways<br>
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And worrying whirl of life<br>
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Sinks, like a strain of vesper song,<br>
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The thought of His great strife;<br>
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Who, of the virgin born,<br>
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Made all our chains His own,<br>
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And broke them with His own right arm,<br>
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Nor left us more alone.</p>
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<p>Amid the weak, One strong,<br>
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Amid the false, One true,<br>
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Amid all change, One changing not,<br>
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One hope we ne’er shall rue.<br>
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In Whose sight all is now,<br>
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In Whose love all is best:<br>
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The things of this world pass away,<br>
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Come, let us in Him rest.</p>
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