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Jesus, Fountain of my days,
Well-spring of my heart’s delight,
Brightness of my morning rays,
Solace of my hours of night;
When I see Thee, I arise
To the hope of cloudless skies.
Well-spring of my heart’s delight,
Brightness of my morning rays,
Solace of my hours of night;
When I see Thee, I arise
To the hope of cloudless skies.
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Oh, how weary were the years
Ere Thy form to me was known;
Oh, how gloomy were the fears
When I seemed to be alone;
I despaired the storm to brave
Till Thy footprints touched the wave.
Ere Thy form to me was known;
Oh, how gloomy were the fears
When I seemed to be alone;
I despaired the storm to brave
Till Thy footprints touched the wave.
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But Thy presence on the deep
Calmed the pulses of the sea,
And the waters sank to sleep
In the rest of seeing Thee;
And my once rebellious will
Heard the mandate, Peace, be still!
Calmed the pulses of the sea,
And the waters sank to sleep
In the rest of seeing Thee;
And my once rebellious will
Heard the mandate, Peace, be still!
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Now Thy will and mine are one,
Heart in heart, and hand in hand;
All the clouds have touched the sun,
And the ships have reached the land;
For Thy love has said to me,
No more night! and No more sea!
Heart in heart, and hand in hand;
All the clouds have touched the sun,
And the ships have reached the land;
For Thy love has said to me,
No more night! and No more sea!
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Columbus, Ohio, United States
Recently, was listening to the conference on our culture being replaced for the One New Man and our brother shared that every locality, and actually every saint should be a miniature of the New Jerusalem. At first I didn't quite comprehend this word, but then I came to this hymn. It says, no more night and no more sea.
When we allow Christ to replace us with Himself we become filled with Him unto the fullness of God. This fullness is the expression of the Triune God, thus we can become the New Jerusalem. In the New Jerusalem there is no night or sea. The New Jerusalem is just the One New Man; so when Christ is our light, rest, peace, newness, good land, and life, we become a miniature of the New Jerusalem. Hallelujah!
United States
George Matheson, born March 1842 in Glasgow, the most populous city in Scotland, was a Scottish minister and a hymn writer.
His father George Matheson was a merchant and his mother was Jane Matheson. They had eight children, George being the eldest. George was educated in Glasgow Academy and then went to the University of Glasgow where he graduated from logic and philosophy.
At age 20, he became completely blind but was determined to enter the ministry and study theology and history. In 1849 he earned the degree of Doctor of Divinity and became a fellow of the Royal Society of Edinburg . He died suddenly of a stroke on August 20, 1906 in Edinburg and is buried with his parents in the Glasgow Necropolis. His grave lies near the summit. George Matheson never married.
Philippines
I despaired the storm to brave
Till Thy footprints touched the wave
.. Remembering how Peter was called by the Lord asking him to come down from the boat and come to the Lord by stepping into the water while their boat being battered by the waves..
We should not be afraid of the pamdemic (strong, raging winds).. We should not be disturbed by them... Our destiny is in the Lord’s hand, there is no reason for us to be afraid of anything... We just have to obey His voice.. We just trust and believe in Him! He will carry us through!
Houston, TX, United States
Jesus, Fountain of my days!
When I see Thee, I arise
To the hope of cloudless skies.
London, United Kingdom
No more night! No more sea! New Jerusalem we long for thee!