Hymns Modern & Ancient 111: Father, when we look to thee Tune: 7.7.7.7.D. Aberystwth
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Father, when we look at thee,
Then we bend our creaking knee; In your Lenten vestments clad, Just the sight to make us glad; O, the cloth is roughly sewn, Coarse enough to make us moan, Gone is all the silk and lace, Dust and ashes in their place. Forty days and forty nights, Study courses are required,
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