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82t Lady, Touch Thy Harp Again


Lady touch thy harp again,
Sing some sweet and solemn strain,
Not as oft in days more bright,
Let the song be sad tonight,
Sing and let the music be
"Rock of Ages cleft for me."

Let thy voice become a prayer
On the silent evening air,
While I catch its echoes sweet,
Lowly kneeling at His feet.
Sing, but let the music be
"Rock of Ages cleft for me."

Listen, lady! in the years
Seen thru mem'ry's falling tears,
There was one who could impart
Solace to my aching heart,
And her song would always be
"Rock of Ages cleft for me."

Yes, a mother now laid low,
Where the bending lillies grow,
With her voice attuned to praise
Sang that song in other days
How can it forgotten be
"Rock of Ages cleft for me."

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