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<h2>CHRIST IN HIS WORD DRAWS NEAR</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“The opening of Thy words giveth light; it giveth understanding unto the simple.” Psalm 119:130</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_l_y_lynch_tt.jpg" align="right" alt="Thomas Toke Lynch (1818-1871)" hspace="15" vspace="5" width="119.333333333333" height="172.666666666667"><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_l_y_lynch_tt.html" target="_blank">Thomas Toke Lynch</a>, 1855.</p>
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Kirby Bedon,” Edward Burnett </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_k_kirbybed.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>“Italian Hymn,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_g_i_giardini_fd.html" target="_blank">Felice de Giardini</a>, 1769 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_i_italian.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>Edward Burnett (1834-1923) was conductor of the Norwich Musical Union, and organist of the Norwich Musical festival.</p>
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<p>Christ in His Word draws near;<br>
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Hush, moaning voice of fear,<br>
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He bids thee cease;<br>
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With songs sincere and sweet<br>
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Let us arise, and meet<br>
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Him Who comes forth to greet<br>
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Our souls with peace.</p>
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<p>Rising above thy care,<br>
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Meet Him as in the air,<br>
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O weary heart;<br>
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Put on joy’s sacred dress;<br>
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Lo, as He comes to bless,<br>
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Quite from thy weariness<br>
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Set free thou art.</p>
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<p>For works of love and praise<br>
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He brings thee summer days,<br>
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Warm days and bright;<br>
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Winter is past and gone,<br>
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Now He, salvation’s Sun,<br>
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Shineth on every one<br>
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With mercy’s light.</p>
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<p>From the bright sky above,<br>
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Clad in His robes of love,<br>
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’Tis He, our Lord!<br>
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Dim earth itself grows clear<br>
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As His light draweth near;<br>
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O let us hush and hear<br>
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His holy Word.</p>
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