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Voices O'er the Sea

Author: Mrs. E. A. B. Mitchell Hymnal: Carols of Hope #13 (1906) First Line: Oft they break the midnight stillness Lyrics: 1. Oft they break the midnight stillness, Voices floating o'er the sea, Voices filled with tender pathos, Asking help from you and me. And I know my Christ, my Bible, Is as truly theirs as mine; And I know that I defraud them, Not to share these gifts divine. 2. We, who never knew a sorrow God's dear smile could not illume, Little dream how dense the darkness Shrouding heathen souls in gloom. And the Saviour's last commission Was in loving thought of them; How his tender, sweet compassion Doth our cold neglect condemn! 3. Christ, forgive the souls so faithless To the trust thou didst repose; For this sin let not Heaven's portals At the last against us close. Bless, and by our gold and silver, By our lips no longer dumb, We will spread abroad thy gospel, Till on earth thy kingdom come. Languages: English Tune Title: [Oft they break the midnight stillness]
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Voices O'er The Sea

Author: Eliza A. B. Mitchell Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #14496 Meter: 8.7.8.7 D First Line: Oft they break the midnight stillness Lyrics: 1 Oft they break the midnight stillness— Voices floating o’er the sea, Voices filled with tender pathos, Asking help from you and me. And I know my Christ, my Bible, Is as truly theirs as mine; And I know that I defraud them, Not to share these gifts divine. 2 We, who never knew a sorrow God’s dear smile could not illume, Little dream how dense the darkness Shrouding heathen souls in gloom. And the Savior’s last commission Was in loving thought of them; How His tender sweet compassion Doth our cold neglect condemn! 3 Christ, forgive the souls so faithless To the trust Thou didst repose; For this sin let not Heav’n’s portals At the last against us close. Bless, and by our gold and silver, By our lips no longer dumb, We will spread abroad Thy Gospel, Till on earth Thy kingdom come. Languages: English Tune Title: KHARKIV

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