I loved to choose and see my path; but now I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till And with the morn those angel faces smile, 349 (COVENTRY) C. M. On thee, when sorrows rise, 2 To thee I tell each rising grief, 3 But, oh, when gloomy doubts prevail, 4 Yet, gracious God, where shall I flee? Thou art my only trust; And still my soul would cleave to thee, Though prostrate in the dust. Mozart 351 ELLESDIE 8. 7. 8. 7. D. 1. Jesus, I my cross have taken, All to leave and follow thee; FINE. Naked, poor, despised,for saken, Thou from hence my all shalt bel D. S. Yet how rich is my condition, God and heav'n are still my own! D.S. Perish ev'ry fond am - bi- tion, All I've sought, or hoped, or known, 2 Let the world despise and leave me, 352 (PLEYEL'S HYMN) 7.7.7.7 Sing our Saviour's worthy praise, 3 Man may trouble and distress me, 'Twill but drive me to thy breast; Life with trials hard may press me; Heaven will bring me sweeter rest! Oh, 'tis not in grief to harm me, While thy love is left to me; Oh, 'twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with thee. Henry F. Lyte 3 Fear not, brethren, joyful stand |