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We did not see Thee lifted high,
We did not mark the chosen few, Amid that wild and savage crew,
When Thou didst thro' the clouds ascend, Nor heard Thy meek, imploring cry: First lift to heaven their wondering view, “Forgive, they know not what they do!” Then to the earth all prostrate bend; Yet we believe the deed was done
Yet we believe that mortal eyes Which shook the earth and veiled the sun. Beheld that journey to the skies. 3
5 We stood not by the empty tomb
And now that Thou dost reign on high, Where late Thy sacred body lay,
And thence Thy waiting people bless, Nor sat within that upper room,
No ray of glory from the sky Nor met Thee in the open way;
Doth shine upon our wilderness; But we believe that angels said
But we believe Thy taithful word, “Why seek the living with the dead ?” And trust in our redeeming Lord. Amen.
Rewritten by JOHN HAMPDEN GURNEY
Come, O Thou Traveler Unknown
Peniel 8 8 8 8 8 8
1. Come, O Thou Trav - el - er unknown, Whom still I hold, but can-not see,
With Thee all night I
mean to stay, And wres-tle till the break of day A-men.
I need not tell Thee who I am,
My misery or sin declare;
Look on Thy hands, and read it there!
Unspeakable I now receive;
I see Thee face to face, and live:
5 Yield to me now, for I am weak, I know Thee, Saviour, who Thou art; But confident in self-despair;
Jesus, the feeble sinner's friend! Speak to my heart, in blessings speak, Nor wilt Thou with the night depart,
Be conquered by my instant prayer! But stay, and love me to the end ! Speak, or Thou never hence shalt move, Thy mercies never shall remove, And tell me, if Thy name is Love? Thy nature, and thy name, is Love! Amen.
Beneath the spreading heavens,
No creature but is fed;
Their wonted fruit should bear, Though all the field should wither,
Nor flocks nor herds be there;
His praise shall tune my voice,
O Saviour, I have Nought to Plead
1. O Sav- iour, I have nought to plead, In earth be-neath or heaven a - bove,
93 Rut just my own ex-ceed - ing need, And Thy ex-ceed-ing love. A-men.
The need will soon be past and gone,
Exceeding great, but quickly o'er;
And lasts for evermore. Amen.
Thou Knowest, Lord
Each toilsome duty, each foreboding fear;
Or to beloved ones, than self more dear;
By stormy clouds too quickly overcast;
And the dark river to be crossed at last.
And lay our sins and sorrows at Thy feet;
Clothed in Thy robe of righteousness complete: