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10 T 001
The dotted slurs are for Verses 3 and 6.
O let them seed on Thee and live,
Their life to life immortal lengthen. Earth's suffering children look to Thee, And when the final hour shall come, Upon the Throne of Thy high glory,
O Thou benign and Holy Spirit ! And gently moves Thy mercy down, Show every weary, waiting soul
Soon as they plead their piteous story. The blessedness it shall inherit. CHRIST, heal the sick, and cheer the sad, To Father, Son, and Holy Spirit,
Send help in every troubled hour; Our suffering brethren we commend, Open the hands that hold, to give,
Faithful Creator, keep them allO touch men's hearts with Thy sweet All with Thy threefold love attend. power.
332 "LORD, IN TIMES OF SORE DISTRESS.” 75., 6 lines. (2nd Tune.)
J. M. BENTLEY, Mus. Doc.
Wind and waves Thy Word fulfil,
Let them love Thee more and more, Master, if it be Thy will,
When life's voyage brief is o'er Thou can’st whisper, “Peace, be still.” Bring them safe to heaven's bright shore. Angry tides Thy Voice shall hear,
There all joy shall still increase, Tempest clouds shall disappear,
Wind and storm for ever cease No more danger, no more fear.
There the tempest-tossed find peace.
CAVIOUR, when in pain and anguish In Thy child's affliction sharing,
Pitying and in love forbearing,
Every restless movement stilling, Sleep my languid eyes forsaking,
With Thy peace my spirit filling, Full of tossings through the night,
In my sickness make my bed, Longing for the morning light ; :
And support my weary head. Thou, Who in Thy mercy showest
Quietly and unrepining, That our feeble frame Thou knowest,
In Thy hands myself resigning, In Thy patient love uphold me,
May I know and feel Thee near me, Closer to Thy Bosom fold me,
With Thy rod and staff to cheer me, As the suffering babe is pressed
This unfailing comfort mine, To a loving mother's breast.
Living, dying, I am Thine. Amen.