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<title>BLB Hymns</title>
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<h2>WHEN GATHERING CLOUDS AROUND I VIEW</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes.” Revelation 7:17</h3></p>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_d_y_dykes_jb.jpg" alt="John Bacchus Dykes (1823-1876)" width="133.333333333333" height="200"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_g_r_grant_r.html" target="_blank">Robert Grant</a>, 1806.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Melita,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_d_y_dykes_jb.html" target="_blank">John Bacchus Dykes</a>, 1860 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_m_melita.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>When gathering clouds around I view,<br>
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And days are dark, and friends are few,<br>
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On Him I lean, Who not in vain<br>
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Experienced every human pain;<br>
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He sees my wants, allays my fears,<br>
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And counts and treasures all my tears.</p>
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<p>If aught should tempt my soul to stray<br>
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From heavenly wisdom’s narrow way,<br>
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To fly the good I would pursue,<br>
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Or do the sin I would not do,<br>
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Still He, who felt temptation’s power,<br>
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Shall guard me in that dangerous hour.</p>
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<p>If wounded love my bosom swell,<br>
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Deceived by those I prized too well,<br>
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He shall His pitying aid bestow,<br>
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Who felt on earth severer woe,<br>
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At once betrayed, denied, or fled,<br>
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By those who shared His daily bread.</p>
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<p>If vexing thoughts within me rise<br>
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And, sore dismayed, my spirit dies,<br>
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Still He, Who once vouchsafed to bear<br>
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The sickening anguish of despair,<br>
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Shall sweetly soothe, shall gently dry,<br>
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The throbbing heart, the streaming eye.</p>
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<p>When, sorrowing, o’er some stone I bend,<br>
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Which covers what was once a friend,<br>
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And from his voice, his hand, his smile,<br>
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Divides me for a little while,<br>
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Thou, Savior, mark’st the tears I shed,<br>
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For Thou didst weep o’er Lazarus dead.</p>
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<p>And O, when I have safely past,<br>
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Through every conflict but the last;<br>
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Still, still unchanging, watch beside<br>
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My painful bed, for Thou hast died;<br>
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Then point to realms of cloudless day,<br>
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And wipe the latest tear way.</p>
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