It drew my hard - er man - hood With cords of might-y love. A-men. 2 How oft to sure destruction My feet had gone astray, Wert Thou not, patient Shepherd, The Guardian of my way. How oft in darkness fallen, And wounded sore by sin, Thy hand has gently raised me, And healing balm poured in. 3 O Shepherd good, I follow Wherever Thou wilt lead; No matter where the pasture With Thee at hand to feed. In death shall make me bold: LAWRENCE TUTTIETT And he who would the Fa - ther seek, Must seek Him, Lord, by Thee. A men. 2 Thou art the Truth: Thy word alone True wisdom can impart; And purify the heart. 3 Thou art the Life: the rending tomb Proclaims Thy conquering arm; Nor death nor hell shall harm. 4 Grant us that way to know, Whose joys eternal flow. Amen. GEORGE WASHINGTON DOANE 242 I am Trusting Thee, Lord Jesus St. Helen's 8583 ROBERT PRESCOTT STEWART 왕 1. I am trust - ing Thee, Lord Je - sus, Trust -ing on FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL So I, my Fa - ther, cling to Thee, And thus I ev 'ry hour 3 Close by his parent's knee, That sweet society, Would all its love outpour, JAMES DRUMMOND BURNS |