J. Richardson, 1853

2 Happy souls! their praises flow

Even in this vale of woe;
Waters in the desert rise,
Manna feeds them from the skies;
On they go from strength to strength,
Till they reach Thy throne at length;
At Thy feet adoring fall,
Who hast led them safe through all.

3 Lord, be mine this prize to win;
Guide me through a world of sin,
Keep me by Thy saving grace,
Give me at Thy side a place.
Sun and shield alike Thou art;
Guide and guard my erring heart;
Grace and glory flow from Thee:
Shower, O shower them, Lord, on me!

to hear Thee;

3 Glorious Lord, Thyself impart!

Light of light, from God proceeding, Open Thou our ears and heart,

Help us by Thy Spirit's pleading; Hear the cry Thy people raises, [es. Hear, and bless our prayers and prais