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<h2>DEAR LORD AND FATHER OF MANKIND</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“A great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake. After the earthquake came a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper.” 1 Kings 19:11-12</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_h_whittier_jg.jpg" alt="John Greenleaf Whittier (1807-1892)" align="right" hspace="15" vspace="5" width="100" height="156"><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_w_h_whittier_jg.html" target="_blank">John Greenleaf Whittier</a>, in the <em>Atlantic Monthly</em>, April 1872.</p>
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<p>The words are from a long, narrative poem, “The Brewing of Soma.” It describes Vedic priests going into the forest and drinking themselves into a stupor with a concoction called “soma.” They try to have a religious experience and contact the spirit world. It is after setting that scene that Whittier draws his lesson: “Dear Lord, and Father of mankind, forgive our foolish ways…” This hymn is as relevant today as
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when it was written. In a modern context, it speaks to the drug culture, and all those looking for an “experience” to prove the reality of God.</p>
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Rest (Maker),” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_m_a_maker_fc.html" target="_blank">Frederick Charles Maker</a>, 1887 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_r_rest.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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<li>“Repton,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_p_a_parry_chh.html" target="_blank">Charles Hubert Hastings Parry</a>, 1888 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_r_repton.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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<li>“Hammersmith,” William Henry Gladstone (1840-1891) </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_h_hammersm.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>Dear Lord and Father of mankind,<br>
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Forgive our foolish ways;<br>
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Reclothe us in our rightful mind,<br>
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In purer lives Thy service find,<br>
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In deeper reverence, praise.</p>
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<p>In simple trust like theirs who heard,<br>
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Beside the Syrian sea,<br>
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The gracious calling of the Lord,<br>
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Let us, like them, without a word,<br>
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Rise up and follow Thee.</p>
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<p>O Sabbath rest by Galilee,<br>
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O calm of hills above,<br>
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Where Jesus knelt to share with Thee<br>
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The silence of eternity,<br>
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Interpreted by love!</p>
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<p>With that deep hush subduing all<br>
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Our words and works that drown<br>
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The tender whisper of Thy call,<br>
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As noiseless let Thy blessing fall<br>
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As fell Thy manna down.</p>
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<p>Drop Thy still dews of quietness,<br>
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Till all our strivings cease;<br>
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Take from our souls the strain and stress,<br>
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And let our ordered lives confess<br>
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The beauty of Thy peace.</p>
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<p>Breathe through the heats of our desire<br>
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Thy coolness and Thy balm;<br>
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Let sense be dumb, let flesh retire;<br>
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Speak through the earthquake, wind, and fire,<br>
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O still, small voice of calm.</p>
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