(May be sung to Aurelia No. 392) 2 The Church from Thee, her Master, It is the chart and compass Received the gift divine, That o'er life's surging sea, And still that light she lifteth 'Mid mists, and rocks, and quicksands, O'er all the earth to shine. Still guide, O Christ, to Thee. It is the golden casket Where gems of truth are stored; 4 Oh, make Thy Church, dear Saviour, It is the heaven-drawn picture A lamp of purest gold, Of Christ, the living Word. To bear before the nations Thy true light as of old; 3 It floateth like a banner Oh, teach Thy wandering pilgrims Before God's host unfurled; .. By this, their path to trace, It shineth like a beacon Till, clouds and darkness ended, Above the darkling world; They see Thee face to face. Amen. William W. How (May be sung to Aurelia No. 392) 2 The Church from Thee, her Master, It is the chart and compass Received the gift divine, That o'er life's surging sea, And still that light she lifteth 'Mid mists, and rocks, and quicksands, O'er all the earth to shine. Still guide, O Christ, to Thee. It is the golden casket Where gems of truth are stored; 4 Oh, make Thy Church, dear Saviour, It is the heaven-drawn picture A lamp of purest gold, Of Christ, the living Word. To bear before the nations Thy true light as of old; 3 It floateth like a banner Oh, teach Thy wandering pilgrims Before God's host unfurled; By this, their path to trace, It shineth like a beacon Till, clouds and darkness ended, Above the darkling world; They see Thee face to face. Amen. William W. How |