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F. Filitz, 1804-76

Lead us, heavenly Fa-ther, lead us O'er the world's tempestuous sea;

Guard us, guide us, keep us, feed us, For we have no help but Thee;

Yet pos-sessing every bless-ing, If our God our Father be.

2 Savior, breathe forgiveness o'er us,
All our weakness Thou dost know;
Thou didst tread this earth before us,
Thou didst feel its keenest woe;

Lone and dreary, faint and weary,
Through the desert Thou didst go.

3 Spirit of our God, descending,

Fill our hearts with heavenly joy,
Love all other love transcending,
Pleasure that can never cloy:

Thus provided, pardoned, guided,
Nothing can our peace destroy.

J. Edmeston. 1821

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John Dahle, 1911

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2 As God doth lead I am content;
I rest me calmly in His hands;
That which He has decreed and sent-
That which His will for me com-
mands,

I would that He should all fulfill:
That I should do His gracious will
In living or in dying.

3 As God doth lead I all resign;

I trust me to my Father's will; When reason's rays deceptive shine, His counsel would I yet fulfillThat which His love ordained as right, Before He brought me to the light,My all to Him resigning.

4 As God doth lead me I abide,

In faith, in hope, in suffering true; His strength is ever by my sideCan aught my hold on Him undo? So patiently I wait and know That God, who doth my life bestow, In kindness all is sending.

5 As God doth lead I onward go,

Though oft 'mid thorns and briers
keen;

God does not yet His guidance show—
But in the end it shall be seen
How, by a loving Father's will,
Faithful and true, He leads me still,
Thus anchored, faith is resting.
L. Gedicke, 1711

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2 He who is throned in heaven
Derides their preparation;
The Lord upon them pours
His scornful indignation:
Soon shall His voice of wrath
Their souls with terror thrill
"Yet I have set my King

On Zion's holy hill."

3 Now will I cry aloud

And tell the Lord's great token: "Thou art My Son," He saith: To me the word was spoken: "Yea, Thee have I this day Begotten: ask of Me, And Thine the heathen, Thine Earth's utmost parts shall be:

4 Beneath Thine iron rod

Thy foemen shall be shattered, As by the potter's hand

The broken shreds lie scattered.”
Be wise, then, O ye kings,
Ye earthly judges, hear;
Serve ye the Lord with awe,
Rejoice with trembling fear.

5 Bow down and kiss the Son,
Lest, if His wrath awaken,
Ye fail and fade away,
For evermore forsaken.
Soon may His anger burn,
A lightly kindled flame;
Then blessed are all they
That trust His holy name.
B. H. Kennedy, 1860

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2 As with joyful steps they sped
To that lowly manger-bed,
There to bend the knee before
Him whom heaven and earth adore,
So may we with willing feet
Ever seek Thy mercy-seat.

3 As they offered gifts most rare
At that manger rude and bare,
So may we with holy joy,

Pure and free from sin's alloy,
All our costliest treasures bring,
Christ, to Thee,our heavenly King.

4 Holy Jesus! every day

Keep us in the narrow way;
And, when earthly things are past,
Bring our ransomed souls at last
Where they need no star to guide,
Where no clouds Thy glory hide.

5 In the heavenly country bright,
Need they no created light;
Thou its light, its joy, its crown,
Thou its sun which goes not down;
There for ever may we sing
Hallelujahs to our King.

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