Hymn 708, stanza 1 & chorus

“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.”

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