And know-eth more of all my needs Than all my prayers have told. A-MEN. 2 Enough, that blessings undeserved Have marked my erring track; That, wheresoe'er my feet have swerved, Thy chastening turned me back; 3 That more and more a providence Making the springs of time and sense 4 That death seems but a covered way 5 No longer forward or behind 291 NAOMI C. M. Hans G. Nägeli. Arr. by Lowell Mason, 1836 26 1. Father, whate' er of earth-ly bliss Thy sov' - reign will de Ac- cept-ed at Thy throne of grace, Let this pe ti- tion rise: 26 A-MEN. 2 "Give me a calm, a thankful heart, 3 "Let the sweet hope that Thou art mine My life and death attend: Thy presence through my journey shine, And crown my journey's end." 292 HANFORD 8 8 8 4 Arthur Sullivan, 1874 I. My God and Father, while I stray Far from my home in life's rough way, 2 Though dark my path, and sad my lot, 5 If but my fainting heart be blest 3 What though in lonely grief I sigh "Thy will be done.' 4 If Thou should'st call me to resign With Thy sweet Spirit for its guest, 6 Renew my will from day to day, 7 Then, when on earth I breathe no more "Thy will be done.' Though hosts en - camp a round me, Firm to the fight · 9:# I stand; What ter ror can con-found me, With God at my right hand? A-MEN. 2 Place on the Lord reliance, My soul, with courage wait; When faint and desolate. His might thy heart shall strengthen, Mercy thy days shall lengthen, The Lord will give thee peace. 294 ADESTE FIDELES (Portuguese Hymn) II II II II Anon., 1751 (?) 2 "Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismayed, I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand, 3 "When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie, And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn, 5 "The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose, I will not, I will not desert to his foes; That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake, George Keith, 1787 295 ELTON 86 88 6 Frederick C. Maker, 1887 1. Dear Lord and Father of man- kind, Forgive our feverish ways! 2 In simple trust like theirs who heard, The gracious calling of the Lord, 3. O Sabbath rest by Galilee! O calm of hills above, Where Jesus knelt to share with thee Interpreted by love! 4 Drop Thy still dews of quietness, Take from our souls the strain and stress, The beauty of Thy peace. 5 Breathe through the pulses of desire Let sense be dumb, let flesh retire; Speak through the earthquake, wind, and fire, John Greenleaf Whittier, 1872 |