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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
The pal - sied rise in freedom strong, The dumb men talk and
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?
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.
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
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
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
5 Bless me in every task, O Lord,
1 Behold, the Master passeth by!
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
And straightway left all things below,
That "Follow Me" his faithful ear
5 God gently calls us every day:
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;
Our feet may mourn this thorny way, Yet here Em-man - uel trod.
A - MEN.