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1 Mute are the pleading lips of Him
Who hath our cause defended;
Love drained the cup filled to the brim,
As Holiness demanded.
The gentle Shepherd here behold,
Slain for the sheep lost to His fold:
From labor, pain, and weeping
Now rests He with the sleeping.
2 But not for aye, O Friend of men,
Thou in the grave descendest;
A little while, and then again
Thy grieving flock Thou tendest.
The corn that falls into the earth
From darkness springs in fullness forth,
In season amply giving
The life-bread to the living.
3 O Prince of Life, now to the gloom
Of earth consigned in sorrow,
My life so guide, that in my tomb
I wait the blessèd morrow.
When, freed from worldly strife and care,
This mortal frame reposes there,
Grant that my deathless spirit
The bliss of heaven inherit.
Amen.
Source: The Hymnal and Order of Service #120
First Line: | Mute are the pleading lips of him |
Author: | Johan Olaf Wallin |
Translator: | Ernst W. Olson |
Language: | English |
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The Cyber Hymnal #11930 | Mute Are The Pleading Lips Of Him | Mute are the pleading lips of Him | DEN MUN ÄR TYST | Johan O. Wallin; Ernst W. Olson, 1870-1958 | 87.87.88.77 | Swedish | ![]() | ![]() | ![]() |