He paints the wayside flower, He lights the evening star; The winds and waves obey Him, By Him the birds are fed; Much more to us, His children, He gives our daily bread.-REF. 3 We thank Thee then, O Father, For all things bright and good, The seed-time and the harvest, Our life, our health, our food; For all Thy love imparts, Mathias Claudius RUSSIAN HYMN P. M. 2 A. LwOFF 2 God, the All Ter- ri ble! Thou who ordain est Thunder Thy clarion, and lightning Thy sword! BELGRAVIA 125 Nor hope lends a ray the poor sailors to cherish, They fly to their Master, "Save, Lord, or we perish." 903 [is gleaming, billow, WHEN thro' the torn sail the wild tempest is 2 O Jesus, once rocked on the breast of the streaming, [pillow, When o'er the dark wave the red lightning Aroused by the shriek of despair from Thy Nor hope lends a ray the poor sailors to Now seated in glory, the poor sinner cherish, [perish." Who cries in his anguish, "Save, Lord, or cherish, They fly to their Master, "Save, Lord, or we WAVE P. M. we perish." Reginald Heber 1827 904 STAR of peace, to wanderers weary! Far, far at sea. 2 Star of hope! gleam on the billow; 3 Star of faith! when winds are mocking 4 Star divine! O safely guide him, Jane Cross Simpson 1830 |