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6.

L. M.

Heber.

The Sanctuary.

Forth from the dark and stormy sky,

Lord, to Thine altar’s shade we fly;

Forth from the world, its hope and fear,

Father, we seek Thy shelter here:

Weary and weak, Thy grace we pray;

Turn not, O Lord! Thy guests away.

Long have we roamed in want and pain,

Long have we sought Thy rest in vain;

Wildered in doubt, in darkness lost,

Long have our souls been tempest-tost:

Low at Thy feet our sins we lay;

Turn not, O Lord! Thy guests away.

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