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<title>BLB Hymns</title>
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<h2>THEY’LL SOON BE O’ER</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“I do set my bow in the cloud.” Genesis 9:13</h3></p>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_c_r_crosby_fj.html" target="_blank">Frances Jane (Fanny) Crosby</a>, in <em>Songs of Love and Praise No. 3</em>, edited by <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_s_w_sweney_jr.html" target="_blank">John R. Sweney</a>, <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_k_i_kirkpatrick_wj.html" target="_blank">William J. Kirkpatrick</a>, and <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_g_i_gilmour_hl.html" target="_blank">Henry L. Gilmour</a> (Philadelphia, Pennsylvania: John J. Hood, 1896).
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<p><em>Music:</em> Lizzie E. Sweney </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_t_s_tsooboer.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 is a calm for ev’ry storm<br>
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We meet from day to day,<br>
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A hallowed peace that dwells within,<br>
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And smiles the clouds away.<br>
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The star of hope still brightly shines,<br>
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Though wild the breakers roar,<br>
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And in its beams the words we trace,<br>
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Life’s dream will soon be o’er.</p>
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<p>There is a Friend, a constant Friend,<br>
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Who slumbers not nor sleeps,<br>
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But safe within His tender care<br>
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The trusting soul He keeps;<br>
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His bow of love still spans the sky,<br>
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And points to yonder shore,<br>
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While on its beams the words we trace,<br>
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Life’s cares will soon be o’er.</p>
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<p>There is a morn when we shall wake<br>
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At home beyond the tide,<br>
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And in our Savior’s likeness then<br>
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We shall be satisfied;<br>
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O hearts that yearn and bleed and break<br>
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For joys that come no more,<br>
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Look up and read the blessèd words,<br>
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Life’s tears will soon be o’er.</p>
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