1 Thou, who didst stoop below, To drain the cup of woe,
And wear the form of frail mortality,
Thy blessed labours done,
Thy crown of victory won,
Hast passed from earth-passed to thy home on high.
It was no path of flowers,
Through this dark world of ours,
Beloved of the Father, thou didst tread;
And shall we in dismay
Shrink from the narrow way,
When clouds and darkness are around it spread?
O thou, who art our life,
Be with us through the strife!
Thy own meek head by rudest storms was bowed; Raise thou our eyes above,
Beam, like a bow of promise, through the cloud.
4 E'en through the awful gloom,
Which hovers o'er the tomb,
That light of love our guiding star shall be; Our spirits shall not dread
The shadowy way to tread,
Friend, Guardian, Saviour, which doth lead to
1 Lord Jesus! come; for here Our path through wilds is laid; We watch as for the day-spring near Amid the breaking shade.
2 Lord Jesus! come; for hosts Meet on the battle plain :
The patriot mourns, the tyrant boasts, And tears are shed like rain.
Lord Jesus! come; for still Vice shouts her maniac mirth;
And poverty 's a crushing ill,
While teems the fruitful earth.
Hark! herald voices near Lead on thy happier day:
Come, Lord, and our hosannas hear; We wait to strew thy way.
5 Come, as in days of old, With words of grace and power: Gather us all within thy fold, And never leave us more.
1 When gathering clouds around me rise, And, sore dismayed, my spirit dies, On him I lean, who not in vain Experienced every human pain : He sees my wants, allays my fears, And counts and treasures up my tears.
2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray From heavenly wisdom's narrow way, To fly the good I would pursue, Or do the thing I would not do, Still he who felt temptation's power Shall guard me in the dangerous hour. 3 O God! when I have safely past Through every conflict but the last, Let faith in him still watch beside My dying hour, for he too died; Point me to realms of cloudless day, And wipe the latest tear away!
1 O Saviour! is thy promise fled? Nor longer might thy grace endure, To heal the sick, and raise the dead, And preach thy gospel to the poor?
2 Come, Jesus! come! return again : With brighter beam thy followers bless, Who long to feel thy perfect reign, And share thy kingdom's happiness!
3 A feeble race, by passion driven, In darkness and in doubt we roam, And lift our anxious eyes to Heaven, Our hope, our harbour, and our home!
4 Yet, 'mid the wild and wintry gale, When Death rides darkly o'er the sea, And strength and earthly daring fail, Our thoughts, Redeemer, rest on thee! 5 Come, Jesus! come! and as of yore The prophet went to clear thy way, A harbinger thy feet before,
A dawning to thy brighter day:
6 So now may grace, with heavenly shower, Our willing hearts for truth prepare! Sow in our souls the seed of power, Then come and reap the harvest there.
1 Our Saviour's words are, "Watch and Pray": Lord, make us willing to obey,
In thought, word, deed,—that so we may Pray whilst we watch, watch while we pray.
2 Lest while we watch, and fear no snare, We fall into neglect of prayer; Or, while we pray, and watch not, Sin Creep like a subtil serpent in.
3 When by an evil world beset, Allurements smile, or terrors threat, Well may we watch our Master's eye, And pray for faith to fight or fly.
4 For he who hath commanded thus, Oft watched and prayed on earth for us; And still with interceding love,
Watches and prays for us above.
1 Jesus, Lord, we look to thee, Let us in thy name agree: Show thyself the Prince of Peace; Bid our strife for ever cease.
2 Make us of one heart and mind, Courteous, pitiful, and kind, Lowly, meek in thought and word, Altogether like our Lord.
3 Let us for each other care, Each the other's burden bear: Each to each unite, endear! Come, and spread thy banner here!
4 Free from anger, free from pride, Let us thus in God abide; All the depths of love express, All the heights of holiness!
1 And is the Gospel peace and love? Such let our conversation be; The serpent blended with the dove, Wisdom and meek simplicity.
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