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ly of love
one-below, a - bove; Thou, All
2 Thy rich and glorious grace
With holy power;
Each o'ercast hour.
4 We with all saints would know
In Christ our Lord:
Fullness of God.
3 In us may faith enshrine
His love our root;
With holy fruit.
5 To Thee, Who more canst bless
With powers divine,
James Morris WHITON
(May be sung to Langran, No. 154, or Dalkeith, No. 543)
2 Lead us, O Father, in the paths of truth;
Unhelped by Thee, in error's maze we grope, While passion stains, and folly dims our youth,
And age comes on, uncheered by faith and hope.
3 Lead us, O Father, in the paths of right;
Blindly we stumble when we walk alone, Involved in shadows of a darksome night,
Only with Thee we journey safely on.
4 Lead us, O Father, to Thy heavenly rest,
However rough and steep the path may be, Through joy or sorrow, as Thou deemest best, Until our lives are perfected in Thee. Amen.
WILLIAM H. BURLEIGH
443 AMSTERDAM 75 & 6s. D.
Freylinghausen's Gesangbuch, through Wesley's Foundry Tune-book
(d=92) Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings, Thybet - ter
por - tion trace;
Rise from tran
ry things, Toward heav'n, thy
Sun and moon and stars
Time shall soon this earth re move;
Rise, my soul, and haste a
way To seats pre - pared a
2 Rivers to the ocean run,
Nor stay in all their course; Fire, ascending, seeks the sun,
Both speed them to their source: So a soul, that's born of God,
Pants to view His glorious face, Upward tends to His abode,
To rest in His embrace.
3 Cease, my soul, oh, cease to mourn!
Press onward to the prize;
To take thee to the skies:
Rest, enduring rest, in heaven;
ROBERT SEAGRAVE, V. 3 ale,
1 Open, Lord, my inward ear,
Thine in Whom I live and move,
Thine the work, the praise is Thine; Bid my quiet spirit hear
Thou art wisdom, power and love, Thy comfortable voice.
And all Thou art is mine. Never in the whirlwind found,
Or where earthquakes rock the place; 3 From the world of sin and noise
And hurry I withdraw;
For the small and inward voice
I wait with humble awe: 2 Lord, my time is in Thy hand,
Silent am I now and still,
Dare not in Thy presence move;
The secret of Thy love. Amen.
2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh,
4 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice The falling of a tear,
Returning from his ways, The upward glancing of an eye
While angels in their songs rejoice, When none but God is near.
And cry, “ Behold, he prays.” 3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech 5 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, That infant lips can try;
The Christian's native air, Prayer the sublimest strains that reach His watchword at the gates of death; The Majesty on high.
He enters heaven with prayer.
The Life, the Truth, the Way,
2 Lord, we have wandered forth through doubt and sorrow,
And Thou hast made each step an onward one; And we will ever trust each unknown morrow;
Thou wilt sustain us till its work is done.
3 In the heart's depths, a peace serene and holy
Abides; and, when pain seems to have her will, Or we despair, oh! may that peace rise slowly,
Stronger than agony, and we be still.