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2 튿 As Thou hast sought, so let me seek, Thy erring children lost and lone. A-men.
2 Oh, lead me, Lord, that I may lead 5 Oh, give Thine own sweet rest to me,
The wandering and the wavering feet; That I may speak with soothing power Oh, feed me, Lord, that I may feed A word in season, as from Thee,
Thy hungering ones with manna sweet. To weary ones in needful hour. 3 Oh, strengthen me, that while I stand 6 Oh, fill me with Thy fulness, Lord,
Firm on the Rock, and strong in Thee, Until my very heart o'erflow I may stretch out a loving hand
In kindling thought and glowing word, To wrestlers with the troubled sea. Thy love to tell, Thy praise to show. 4 Oh, teach me, Lord, that I may teach 7 Oh, use me, Lord, use even me,
The precious things Thou dost impart; Just as Thou wilt, and when, and where; And wing my words, that they may reach Until Thy blessèd face I see, The hidden depths of many a heart. Thy rest, Thy joy, Thy glory share.
Amen. FRANCES R. HAVERGAL
Fight the fight, maintain the strife, Strengthen'd with the Bread of Life. A-men.
2 Let your drooping hearts be glad:
March in heavenly armor clad:
Soon shall victory tune your song. 3 Let not sorrow dim your eye,
Soon shall every tear be dry;
Let not fears your course impede,
Great your strength, if great your need. 4 Onward then to battle move,
More than conquerors ye shall prove;
(d=90) Onward, Christian! tho' the re- gion Where thou art be drear and lone;
Christian, rise and act thy Creed, Let thy pray’r be in
Seek the right, per-form the true, Raise thy work and life
2 Hearts around thee sink with care; 3 Let thine alms be hope and joy,
Thou canst help their load to bear, And thy worship God's employ; Thou canst bring inspiring light,
Give Him thanks in humble zeal, Arm their faltering wills to fight.
Learning all His will to feel.
Freest faith assailed in vain,
F. A. Rollo RUSSELL
Rest we not, till all the world Hears that love, and turns to Thee. A - men.
2 Help us, that we falter not,
Tho' the fields are white and wide, And the reapers, sorely pressed,
Call for aid on every side.
Leading darkened nations forth
Into Thine eternal day.
3 Guide us, that with swifter feet
We may speed us on our way,
4 Sweet the service, blest the toil,
Thine alone the glory be;
AMELIA DE F. LOCKWOOD
(d=84) Work-man of God, oh, lose not heart, But learn what God is like;
중둡 And in the dark-est bat - tle - field Thou shalt know where to strike. A-men.
2 Thrice blest is he to whom is given 4 God's glory is a wondrous thing, The instinct that can tell
Most strange in all its ways, That God is on the field, when He And, of all things on earth, least like Is most invisible.
What men agree to praise. 3 Blest too is he who can divine,
5 Then learn to scorn the praise of men Where real right doth lie,
And learn to lose with God; And dares to take the side that seems For Jesus won the world through shame, Wrong to man's blindfold eye.
And beckons thee His road.
And right the day must win;
FREDERICK W. FABER (Second Tune) NORTH CHURCH C. M.
Jonn E. Gould
(d=112) Workman of God, oh, lose not heart, But learn what God
And in the dark-est bat-tle-field Thou shalt know where to strike. A-men.
2 A cloud of witnesses around
Hold thee in full survey;
And onward urge thy way.
That calls thee from on high;
To thine uplifted eye:
Which shall new luster boast,
Shall blend in common dust.
Have I my race begun;
I'll lay my honors down.
And press with vigor on;