The Hymnal

199 ANAGOLA C. M. D.

Thomas H. H. Crossley, 1876

10 where is He that trod the sea, O where is He that

And de-mons from their victims flee, The dead their slum - bers

spake,

break:

The pal - sied rise in freedom strong, The dumb men talk and

sing,

And from blind eyes,

be-night- ed long, Bright beams of morn-ing spring? A-MEN.

Full soon, celestially fed,

Their rustic fare they take; 'Twas springtide when He blest the bread,

And harvest when He brake.

4 O where is He that trod the sea?
My soul, the Lord is here:
Let all thy fears be hushed in thee;
To leap, to look, to hear
Be thine: thy needs He'll satisfy.

Art thou diseased or dumb, Or dost thou in thine hunger cry? "I come," saith Christ, "I come."

Rev. Thomas T. Lynch, 1855

Alt. from "Musikalisch Handbuch," Hamburg, 1690

200 WINCHESTER NEW L. M.

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1 On Jor-dan's bank the Baptist's cry Announces that the Lord is nigh;

Come then and heark-en, for he brings Glad tid - ings from the King of kings. A-MEN.

With low sad voice He call-eth thee, "Leave this vain world, and fol-low Me." AMEN.

(See also GRACE CHURCH, No. 163)

201 PENITENCE L. M.

"St. Alban's Tune Book," 1875

3
4

1 Teach me, O Lord, Thy ho- ly way, And give me an

That in Thy service I may find My soul's de-light from day to day. A - MEN.

2 Guide me, O Saviour, with Thy hand, 4 Guard me, O Lord, that I may ne'er And so control my thoughts and

deeds,

That I may tread the path which leads Right onward to the blessèd land.

3 Help me, O Saviour, here to trace

The sacred footsteps Thou hast trod; And, meekly walking with my God, To grow in goodness, truth, and grace.

202 (GERMANY) L. M.

Forsake the right, or do the wrong: Against temptation make me strong, And round me spread Thy sheltering

care.

5 Bless me in every task, O Lord,

1 Behold, the Master passeth by!
O seest thou not His pleading eye?
With low sad voice He calleth thee,
"Leave this vain world, and follow Me."

Begun, continued, done for Thee: Fulfil Thy perfect work in me; And Thine abounding grace afford. Rev. William T. Matson, 1866

3 One heard Him calling long ago,

2 O soul, bowed down with harrowing care, 4
Hast thou no thought for heaven to spare?
From earthly toils lift up thine eye;
Behold, the Master passeth by!

And straightway left all things below,
Counting his earthly gain as loss
For Jesus and His blessèd cross.

That "Follow Me" his faithful ear
Seemed every day afresh to hear:
Its echoes stirred his spirit still,
And fired his hope, and nerved his will

5 God gently calls us every day:
Why should we then our bliss delay?
Thou, Lord, e'en now art calling me;

I will leave all, and follow Thee.

Bishop W. Walsham How (verses 4, 5, alt. from Bishop Ken, publ. 1721), 1871

203 SILOAM C. M.

Isaac B. Woodbury, 1842

1 What grace, O Lord, and beauty shone Around Thy steps below;