Then, O my Lord, prepare
My soul for that great day;
Oh, wash me in Thy precious blood,
And take my sins away.
A few more suns shall set
O'er these dark hills of time,
And we shall be where suns are not,
A far serener clime:
Then, O my Lord, prepare
My soul for that blest day;
Oh, wash me in Thy precious blood,
And take my sins away.
A few more storms shall beat
On this wild rocky shore,
And we shall be where tempests cease,
And surges swell no more:
Then, O my Lord, prepare
My soul for that calm day;
Oh, wash me in Thy precious blood,
And take my sins away.
A few more struggles here,
A few more partings o'er,
A few more toils, a few more tears,
And we shall weep no more :
Then, O my Lord, prepare
My soul for that bright day;
Oh, wash me in Thy precious blood,
And take my sins away.
5 "Tis but a little while
And He shall come again,
Who died that we might live, Who lives
That we with Him may reign:
Then, O my Lord, prepare
My soul for that glad day;
Oh, wash me in Thy precious blood,
And take my sins away.
417 O God of Bethel, by Whose hand.
418 O God, our help in ages past.
420 Jesu, still lead on.
422 Lead us, O Father, in the paths of peace.
621 Days and moments quickly flying.
623 I'm but a stranger here.
OR Thy mercy and Thy grace,
Faithful through another year,
Hear our song of thankfulness;
Jesus, our Redeemer, hear.
2 In our weakness and distress,
Rock of strength, be Thou our stay;
In the pathless wilderness
Be our true and living way.
3 Who of us death's awful road
In the coming year shall tread,
With Thy rod and staff, O God,
Comfort Thou his dying bed.
4 Keep us faithful, keep us pure,
Keep us evermore Thine own,
Help, oh, help us to endure;
Fit us for the promised crown.
5 So within Thy palace gate
We shall praise, on golden strings,
Thee the only Potentate,
Lord of lords and King of kings.
Defend it through this earthly strife,
And lead it in the path of life,
30 Holy Ghost, Who broodest o'er the wave,
Descend upon this child;
Give it undying life, its spirit lave
With waters undefiled;
And make it evermore to be
A child of God, a home for Thee,
O Holy Ghost!
Triune God, what Thou hast willed is done;
We speak but Thine the might;
This child hath scarce yet seen our earthly sun,
Yet pour on it Thy light
Of faith, and hope, and joyful love,
Thou Sun of all below, above,
AVIOUR, Who Thy flock art feeding,
With the shepherd's kindest care,
Cl the feeble gently leading,
While the lambs Thy bosom share;
Now, these little ones receiving,
Fold them in Thy gracious arm;
here we know, Thy word believing,
Only there secure from harm.
And ever from Thy pasture roving
es them be the lion's prey;
As ni l'hy tenderness, so loving,
lep them all life's dangerous way.
within Thy fold eternal,
hem find a resting-plac
pastures ever vern
the rivers of Thy
FATHER, bless the children
Brought hither to Thy gate;
Lift up their fallen nature,
Restore their lost estate;
Renew Thy image in them,
And own them, by this sign,
Thy very sons and daughters,
New born of birth divine.
2 O Jesu, Lord, receive them;
Thy loving arms of old
Were opened wide to welcome
The children to Thy fold;
Let these, baptized, and dying,
Then rising from the dead,
Henceforth be living members
Of Thee, their living Head.
3 O Holy Spirit, keep them;
Dwell with them to the last,
Till all the fight is ended,
And all the storms are past.
Renew the gift baptismal,
From strength to strength, till each,
The troublous waves o'ercoming,
The land of life shall reach.
4 O Father, Son, and Spirit,
O Wisdom, Love, and Power,
We wait the promised blessing
In this accepted hour!
We name upon the children
The Threefold Name divine;
Receive them, cleanse them, own them,
And keep them ever Thine.
Defend it through this earthly strife,
And lead it in the path of life,
3 O Holy Ghost, Who broodest o'er the wave,
Descend upon this child;
Give it undying life, its spirit lave
With waters undefiled;
And make it evermore to be
A child of God, a home for Thee,
O Holy Ghost!
4 O Triune God, what Thou hast willed is done; We speak but Thine the might;
This child hath scarce yet seen our earthly sun,
Yet pour on it Thy light
Of faith, and hope, and joyful love,
Thou Sun of all below, above,
AVIOUR, Who Thy flock art feeding,
With the shepherd's kindest care,
All the feeble gently leading,
While the lambs Thy bosom share;
2 Now, these little ones receiving,
Fold them in Thy gracious arm;
There we know, Thy word believing,
Only there secure from harm.
3 Never from Thy pasture roving
Let them be the lion's prey;
Let Thy tenderness, so loving,
Keep them all life's dangerous way.
4 Then, within Thy fold eternal,
Let them find a resting-place;
Feed in pastures ever vernal,
Drink the rivers of Thy grace.
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