3 Lord! I believe; but oft, I know, 4 Yes, I believe; and only Thou 208. C. M. MY GOD, REMEMBER ME. BARTRUM. 1 O, FROM these visions dark and drear, I struggle yet with darkness here, - 2 Refresh my drooping soul with grace 3 Some cheering ray of hope impart, 4 For the inheritance in light, On trembling wings. I flee; With sins, and doubts, and fears, I fight, — 209. C. M. PRAYER FOR HELP. MILMAN. 1 O, HELP US, Lord! each hour of need Help us in thought, in word, in deed, 2 O, help us, when our spirits bleed, And when our hearts are cold and dead, 3 O, help us, through the prayer of faith, For still the more the servant hath, 4 O, help us, Father! from on high; O, help us so to live and die, As Thine in heaven to be! 210. 7s. M. RUSSIAN. IN DOUBT. 1 WHY, thou never-setting Light, 2 I am lost without thy ray; Guide my wandering footsteps, Lord! 211. C. M. HUMPHRIES. GOOD LORD, REMEMBER ME. 1 O THOU, from whom all goodness flows, I lift my soul to Thee; In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes, 2 When on my aching, burdened heart Thy pardon grant, new peace impart; 3 When trials sore obstruct my way, O, let my strength be as my day; 4 When worn with pain, disease, and grief, This feeble body see; Grant patience, rest, and 'kind relief; 5 When in the solemn hour of death Be this the prayer of my last breath,— 6 And when before Thy throne I stand, Then, with the saints at Thy right hand, 177 212. P. M. MRS. FOLLEN. LORD, TO WHOM SHALL WE GO? 1 WHEN, with error bewildered, our path becomes dreary, And tears of despondency flow, When the whole head is sick, and the whole heart is weary, Despairing, to whom shall we go? 2 When the thirsting soul turneth away from the springs Of the pleasures this world can bestow, And sighs for another, and flutters its wings, Impatient, to whom shall it go? 3 O, blest be that light which has parted the clouds, And a path to the wanderer can show; That pierces the veil which the future enshrouds, And tells us to whom we should go! 213. C. M. BULFINCH HELP THOU OUR UNBELIEF. 1 FATHER, when o'er our trembling hearts 2 When sorrow comes, and joys are flown, And fondest hopes lie dead, And blessings, long esteemed our own, When the bright promise of our spring Lord, to Thy truths still let us cling; 3 And when the powers of nature fail Then, Father, be our closing eyes 214. 7s. M. CHRIST WHO STRENGTHENETH ME. FURNESS. 1 FEEBLE, helpless, how shall I 2 Blessed Father, gracious One, 3 Through this world, uncertain, dim, From his precepts wisdom draw, |