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<h2>THERE’S A PICTURE FAIR AND BRIGHT</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“The Word of the Lord was precious in those days.” 1 Samuel 3:1</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_t_o_towner_db_2.jpg" alt="Daniel Brink Towner (1850-1919)" align="right" hspace="15" vspace="5" width="133.333333333333" height="188"><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_j_o_johnston_jh.html" target="_blank">Julia Harriet Johnston</a>, <em>circa</em> 1901.</p>
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<p><em>Music:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_t_o_towner_db.html" target="_blank">Daniel Brink Towner</a> </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_t_tpicbrif.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>There’s a picture fair and bright,<br>
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Hanging still on memory’s wall:<br>
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There I see my father take the Book divine;<br>
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Dear home faces gathered round,<br>
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As the shadows softly fall,<br>
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And a light from out the pages seems to shine.</p>
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<p class="refrain">Refrain</p>
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<p class="refrain">Dear old Book, precious Book,<br>
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On thy pages soiled and worn I love to look!<br>
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O thou balm for hearts that ache,<br>
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For my sainted mother’s sake,<br>
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Thou art dearer day by day, thou blessèd Book!</p>
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<p>While I look, the pictures change,<br>
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And I see my mother’s face;<br>
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In her hand the Bible, worn and stained with tears;<br>
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But the light is shining still,<br>
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And within the hallowed place<br>
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There is comfort for earth’s griefs and doubts and fears.</p>
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<p class="refrain">Refrain</p>
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<p>O the blessèd days of old,<br>
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When I felt my mother’s hand,<br>
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With its tender touch of love upon my head,<br>
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While the old, old, story sweet,<br>
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Which a child can understand,<br>
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From the pages of the Book divine she read.</p>
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<p>When I long for voices hushed,<br>
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And the touch of vanished hands,<br>
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In the darkness when death’s angel spreads his wing,<br>
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Let me turn to mother’s Book,<br>
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With its comforts and commands,<br>
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For the peace and hope its blessèd pages bring!</p>
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