Fresh as the dew of the morning,
Bringing a sweet rest unheard,
Christ, in the gentle anointing,
Whispers His comforting word:
Stand till the trial is over,
Stand till the tempest is gone,
Stand for the glory of Jesus,
Stand till the kingdom is won.
Lord of all hope, O how
Sweet is Thy voice,
Making my heart in Thy
Presence rejoice.
Hymn 708
This is a great hymn. I can't help but think of Brother D. Higgins, when I sing it.
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