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<title>BLB Hymns</title>
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<h2>THE LIGHT OF GOD IS FALLING</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“Follow Me.” John 1:43</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><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_b_e_benson_lf.jpg" alt="Louis Fitzgerald Benson (1855-1930)" width="131.333333333333" height="198.666666666667"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_b_e_benson_lf.html" target="_blank">Louis Fitzgerald Benson</a>, 1910.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Greenland,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_h_a_haydn_jm.html" target="_blank">Johann Michael Haydn</a>, arranged in B. Jacob’s <em>National Psalmody</em>, 1819 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_g_greenlan.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>The light of God is falling,<br>
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Upon life’s common way;<br>
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The Master’s voice is calling,<br>
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“Come, walk with Me today”;<br>
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No duty can seem lowly<br>
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To him who lives with Thee,<br>
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And all of life grows holy,<br>
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O Christ of Galilee!</p>
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<p>Who shares his life’s pure pleasures,<br>
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And walks the honest road,<br>
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Who trades with heaping measures,<br>
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And lifts his brother’s load,<br>
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Who turns the wrong down bluntly,<br>
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And lends the right a hand,<br>
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He dwells in God’s own country,<br>
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He tills the Holy Land.</p>
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<p>Where human lives are thronging<br>
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In toil and pain and sin,<br>
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While cloistered hearts are longing<br>
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To bring the kingdom in,<br>
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O Christ, the elder Brother<br>
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Of proud and beaten men,<br>
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When they have found each other,<br>
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The kingdom will come then!</p>
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<p>Thy ransomed host in glory,<br>
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All souls that sin and pray,<br>
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Turn toward the cross that bore Thee;<br>
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“Behold the Man!” they say;<br>
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And while Thy church is pleading<br>
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For all who would do good,<br>
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We hear Thy true voice leading<br>
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Our song of brotherhood.</p>
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