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| Words by J. Roby. | Air from a modern Concerto. |
Father, hear a suppliant's cry;
Hear, oh hear, for Thou art nigh.
Though the clouds of sorrow rise
Darkly o'er these troubled skies;
Speak the word, "Let there be light!"
Bid the morning chase the night.
Father, hear a suppliant's prayer;
Darkness flies when Thou art there!
SHEW PITY, LORD
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The Melody by J. Roby; the Harmonies varied by V. Novello.