Palms of Elim

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Editor: Caroline Leonard Goodenough
Publisher: A. G. Cummings, Oberlin, Oh., 1912
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d1A common bush afire for God,
d2A stranger in a foreign land
d3Behold, we die, we perish
d4Beloved, now we are sons of God
d5Buried deep in the fountain of mercy
d6But the God of all grace
d7Come we now our King to praise
d8For every spire whose finger points above
d9From out my chastened heart a song is swelling
d10Hail thee, thou favored land of Palestine
d11He hath borne our sorrows and carried our grief
d12Hear the promise of the Spirit, ringing o'er the battle's strife
d13How goodly are thy tents, O Jacob
d14How sweet is the sound of the bird's song
d15I shall see him but not now
d16I'm here but for today
d17Is the hand of the Lord waxed short
d18Lord, I come for my daily bread
d19O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choice
d20O let me hear the voice of One
d21Of the corn of the threshing floor
d22Thank God for clouds, o what lack would be
d23That the trial of your faith
d24The glory and the beauty of God
d25There is a little low place of rest
d26There's a deep content in Jesus
d27There's a mighty river flowing
d28What hath God wrought, God is not a man
d29When battle's clang is ended
d30Who are these that are arrayed in white robes
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