32

7s. 8L.

J. Richardson, 1853

Pleas-ant

In this land of sin and woe.

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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!

2 All our knowledge, sense, and sight Lie in deepest darkness shrouded, Till Thy Spirit breaks our night With the beams of truth unclouded.

Thou alone to God canst win us, Thou must work all good within us.

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

4 Thou my faith increase and quicken,
Let me keep Thy gift divine;
Howsoe'er temptations thicken,
May Thy word forever shine
As my guiding star through life,
As my comfort in the strife.

5 Speak, O God, and I will hear Thee;
Let Thy will be done indeed;
May I undisturbed draw near Thee
While Thou dost Thy people feed;
Here the living waters flow,
Here is balm for all our woe.

B. Schmolck, 1732

36 L. M.

Cantionale Sacrum, Gotha, 1651