rod, Tho' rough and steep our pathway, worn and wea - ry, Still will we trust in God. and pain; 3 Choose for us, God! nor let our weak preferring Cheat our poor souls of good thou hast designed: Choose for us, God! thy wisdom is unerring, And we are fools and blind. Let us press on, in patient self-denial, Accept the hardship, shrink not from the loss; Through him alone who hath our way ap- Our portion lies beyond the hour of trial, pointed, We find our peace again. SCHELL. P. M. Our crown beyond the cross. William H. Burleigh. U. C. BURNAP. Breast the wave, Christian, when it is strongest; Watch for day, Christian, when night is longest ; 254 On-ward and onward still be thine endeav-or; The rest that re-maineth en dur-eth for ever. PYRENEES. 10s. Arr. by H. LAMSON. Lead us, O Father, in the paths of peace; With-out thy guid-ing hand we go a. stray, 915 Paths of Peace. LEAD us, O Father, in the paths of peace; Without thy guiding hand we go astray, And doubts appall, and sorrows still increase; I JOURNEY through a desert drear and wild, Yet is my heart by such sweet thoughts beguiled [stay, Of him on whom I lean, my strength, my Lead us through Christ, the true and I can forget the sorrows of the way. living way. 2 Lead us, O Father, in the paths of truth; Unhelped by thee, in error's maze we grope, [youth, While passion stains and folly dims our And age comes on uncheered by faith and hope. 3 Lead us, O Father, in the paths of right; Blindly we stumble when we walk alone, Involved in shadows of a darksome night: Only with thee we journey safely on. 4 Lead us, O Father, to the heavenly rest, However rough and steep the path may be, Thro' joy or sorrow, as thou deemest best, Until our lives are perfected in thee. P. M. Tune-SCHELL. William H. Burleigh. 917 BREAST the wave, Christian, when it is strongest ; [longest ; Watch for day, Christian, when night is Onward and onward still be thine endeavor; The rest that remaineth endureth for ever. 2 Fight the fight, Christian, Jesus is o'er thee; [thee; Run the race, Christian, heaven is before CLAPHAM. 78. D. Arr. fr. MENDELSSOHN. 26 Loved with ev er lasting love, Led by grace that love to know! Spirit, breathing from a bove, Thou hast taught me it is So. Oh, this full and perfect peace! Oh, this transport all di - vine! In a love which cannot cease, I am his and he is mine. LOVED with everlasting love, Thou hast taught me it is so. 2 Things that once caused wild alarms Care, and doubt, and self resign; 3 His for ever, only his! Who the Lord and me can part? Ah, with what a rest of bliss Christ can fill the loving heart! Heaven and earth may fade and flee, First-born light in gloom decline; But while God and I shall be, I am his and he is mine. Anon. DAY by day the manna fell: 2 Lord, my times are in thy hand; All my sanguine hopes have planned, To thy wisdom I resign, And would make thy purpose mine. So shall added years fulfill, 3 Fond ambition, whisper not; Strong in faith, with mind subdued, Josiah Conder. COMFORT. 7s. D. English Melody. When our heads are bowed with woe;- When our bit-ter tears o'erflow; When we mourn the lost, the dear, Jesus, Son of Ma ry, hear! Thou our fee - ble flesh hast worn; Thou our mortal griefs hast borne; Thou hast shed the human tear: Je-sus, Son of Ma-ry, hear! WHEN our heads are bowed with woe; - Jesus, Son of Mary, hear! Thou our feeble flesh hast worn; Thou our mortal griefs hast borne; 2 When the heart is sad within, Thou the shame, the grief, hast known; 3 When our eyes grow dim in death; Thou hast bowed the dying head; Henry H. Milman. WHEN along life's thorny road, 2 Thou, our Saviour, from the throne 3 Mighty to redeem and save, James G. Deck. LEAD, kindly Light! amid the encircling THY word, O Lord, thy precious word gloom, Lead thou me on; alone, Can lead me on; The night is dark, and I am far from home, By this, until the darksome night be gone, Lead thou me on; Keep thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene; one step enough for me. 2 I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou Shouldst lead me on; I loved to choose and see my path; but now Lead thou me on; I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will. Remember not past years. Lead thou me on! Thy word is light, thy word is life and power; By it, oh, guide me in each trying hour! 2 Whate'er my path, led by the word, t'is good, Oh, lead me on! Be my poor heart thy blessed word's abode, Lead thou me on! Thy Holy Spirit gives the light to see, 3 So long thy power has blessed me, sure And leads me by thy word, close following it still thee. 3 Led by aught else, I tread a devious way, Oh, lead me on! Speak, Lord, and help me ever to obey, Lead thou me on! My every step shall then be well defined, And all I do according to thy mind. Albert Midlane. J. E. SWEETSER. |