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<h2>OF ALL THE THOUGHTS OF GOD</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“He giveth His beloved sleep.” Psalm 127:2</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_b_r_browning_eb.jpg" align="right" alt="Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)" hspace="15" vspace="5" width="126" height="142"><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_b_r_browning_eb.html" target="_blank">Elizabeth Barrett Browning</a>, from her poem “The Sleep,” which first appeared in her book <em>The Seraphim and Other Poems</em>, 1838.</p>
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Pater Omnium,” Henry J. E. Holmes, 1875 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_p_pateromn.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>“St. Catherine,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_h_e_hemy_hf.html" target="_blank">Henri Frederick Hemy</a>, 1864; arranged by James George Walton, 1874 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_s_t_stcather.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>Of all the thoughts of God that are<br>
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Borne inward into souls afar,<br>
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Along the psalmist’s music deep,<br>
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Now tell me if there any is,<br>
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For gift or grace surpassing this:<br>
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“He giveth His belovèd sleep”?</p>
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<p>What would we give to our beloved?<br>
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The hero’s heart to be unmoved,<br>
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The poet’s star tuned harp, to sweep,<br>
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The patriot’s voice, to teach and rouse,<br>
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The monarch’s crown, to light the brows?<br>
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He giveth His belovèd sleep.</p>
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<p>“Sleep soft, belovèd!” we sometimes say,<br>
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Who have no tune to charm away<br>
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Sad dreams that through the eyelids creep<br>
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But never doleful dream again<br>
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Shall break the happy slumber when<br>
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He giveth His belovèd sleep.</p>
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<p>His dews drop mutely on the hill,<br>
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His cloud above it saileth still,<br>
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Though on its slope men sow and reap;<br>
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More softly than the dew is shed,<br>
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Or cloud is floated overhead,<br>
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He giveth His belovèd sleep.</p>
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