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Fear not, I am thy shield, and thy exceeding great reward. Gen. xv: 1.

I Fear not! God is thy shield,

And He thy great reward;
His might has won the field:
Thy strength is in the Lord!
Fear not! 'tis His own voice
That speaks to thee this word;
Lift up your head: rejoice

In Jesus Christ, thy Lord!
2 Fear not! for God has heard
The cry of thy distress;
The water of His Word,

Thy fainting soul shall bless.
Fear not! etc.

3 Fear not! be not dismayed!
He evermore will be
With thee, to give His aid,
And He will strengthen thee.
Fear not! etc.

4 Fear not! ye little flock;

Your Shepherd soon will come,
Give water from the rock,

And bring you to His home!
Fear not! 'tis His own voice
That speaks to thee this word;

Lift up your head: rejoice

In Jesus Christ, thy Lord!

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When Jesus shows his smiling face There is sunshine in my soul. A-men. happy moments roll;

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Copyright, 1887, by JNo. R. SWENEY. Used by permission.

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The light of thy countenance. Ps. iv: 6.

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I There's sunshine in my soul to- O there's sunshine, blessed sunshine,

day,

More glorious and bright Than glows in any earthly sky, For Jesus is my light.

When the peaceful,happy moments

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When Jesus shows His smiling face

There is sunshine in the soul.

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I Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour 2 Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour

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Praise ye him, sun and moon.

Ps. cxlviii: 3.

I Fairest of all the lights above!

Thou sun, whose beams adorn the spheres,
And with unwearied swiftness move

To form the circles of our years.

Praise the Creator of the skies,

That dressed thine orb in golden rays;

Or may the sun forget to rise,

If he forget his Maker's praise.

2 Thou reigning beauty of the night,
Fair queen of silence, silver moon,
Whose gentle beams and borrowed light
Are softer rivals of the noon;
Arise, and to that sovereign power
Waxing and waning honors pay,
Who bade thee rule the dusky hour,
And half supply the absent day.

A-MEN.

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