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<title>BLB Hymns</title>
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<h2>WHEN THE LORD OF LOVE WAS HERE</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“We love Him, because He first loved us.” 1 John 4:19</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_r_brooke_sa2.jpg" alt="Stopford Augustus Brooke (1832-1916)" width="133.333333333333" height="200"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_b_r_brooke_sa.html" target="_blank">Stopford Augustus Brooke</a>, <em>Christian Hymns</em>, 1881.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Armstrong,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_c_h_chadwick_gw.html">George Whitefield Chadwick</a>, 1887 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_a_armstron.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 the Lord of Love was here,<br>
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Happy hearts to Him were dear,<br>
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Though His heart was sad;<br>
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Worn and lonesome for our sake,<br>
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Yet he turned aside to make<br>
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All the weary glad.</p>
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<p>Meek and lowly were His ways,<br>
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From His loving grew His praise,<br>
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From His giving, prayer;<br>
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All the outcast thronged to hear,<br>
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All the sorrowful drew near<br>
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To enjoy His care.</p>
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<p>When he walked the fields, He drew<br>
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From the flowers and birds and dew<br>
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Parables of God;<br>
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For within His heart of love<br>
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All the soul of man did move,<br>
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God had His abode.</p>
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<p>Fill us with Thy deep desire<br>
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All the sinful to inspire<br>
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With the Father’s life;<br>
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Free us from the cares that press<br>
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On the heart of worldliness<br>
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From the fret and strife.</p>
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<p>Lord, be ours Thy power to keep<br>
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In the very heart of grief,<br>
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And in trial, love;<br>
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In our meekness to be wise,<br>
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And through sorrows to arise<br>
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To our God above.</p>
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