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For the boatmen as they approach the rapids by

Jesu! bless our slender boat,
By the current swept along;

Loud its threatenings—let them not
Drown the music of a song

Breath'd Thy mercy to implore,

Where these troubled waters roar.

Saviour, for our warning, seen
Bleeding on that precious rood;

If, while thro' the meadows green
Gently wound the peaceful flood,

We forgot Thee, do not Thou

Disregard Thy suppliants now!

Hither, like yon ancient tower
Watching o'er the river's bed,

Fling the shadow of Thy power,
Else we sleep among the dead;

Thou who trod'st the billowy sea,

Shield us in our jeopardy!

Guide our bark among the waves;

Through the rocks our passage smooth .
Where the whirlpool frets and raves,

Let Thy love its anger soothe:
All our hope is placed in Thee;
Miserere Domine!

W. Wordsworth XVII


Sun of my soul, Thou Saviour dear,
It is not night if Thou be near;
O! may no earth-born cloud arise
To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes.

When the soft dews of kindly sleep
My wearied eyelids gently steep,
Be my last thought how sweet to rest
For ever on my Saviour's breast.

Abide with me from morn till eve,
For without Thee I cannot live;
Abide with me when night is nigh,
For without Thee I dare not die.

If some poor wandering child of Thine
Have spurn'd to-day the voice divine,
Now, Lord, the gracious work begin;
Let him no more lie down in sin.

Watch by the sick, enrich the poor
With blessings from Thy boundless store;
Be every mourner's sleep to-night,
Like infant's slumbers, pure and light.

Come near and bless us when we wake,
Ere through the world our way we take:
Till, in the ocean of Thy love,
We lose ourselves in Heaven above.

John Keble


THE SOUL'S LITANY In the hour of trial,

Jesus, pray for me;
Lest, by base denial,

I depart from Thee:
When Thou see'st me waver,

With a look recall,
Nor, for fear or favour,

Suffer me to fall.

With its witching pleasures,

Would this vain world charm; Or its sordid treasures

Spread, to work me harm;
Bring to my remembrance

Sad Gethsemane,
Or, in darker semblance,

Cross-crown'd Calvary.

If with sore affliction

Thou in love chastise, Pour Thy benediction

On the sacrifice;
Then upon Thine altar,

Freely offend up,
Though the flesh may falter,

Faith shall drink the cup.

When in dust and ashes

To the grave I sink, While heaven's glory flashes

O'er the shelving brink,

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On Thy truth relying
Through the mortal strife,

Lord, receive me dying
To eternal life.


Nearer, my God, to Thee,

Nearer to Thee!
E'en though it be a cross

That raiseth me;
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,

Nearer to Thee.

Though like a wanderer,
The sun gone down,

Darkness comes over me,
My rest a stone;

Yet in my dreams I'd be

Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.

There let my way appear
Steps unto heaven;

All that Thou sendest me
In mercy given;

Angels to beckon me

Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.

Then with my waking thoughts
Bright with Thy praise,

Out of my stony griefs

Bethels I'll raise;
So by my woes to be
Nearer, my God, to Thee,

Nearer to Thee!

And when on joyful wing

Cleaving the sky,
Sun, moon, and stars forgot,

Upward I fly,
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,

Nearer to Thee!

S. F. Adams


The way is long and dreary,

The path is bleak and bare: Our feet are worn and weary,

But we will not despair. More heavy was Thy burthen,

More desolate Thy way;
O Lamb of God, who takest

The sin of the world away,
Have mercy on us!

The snows lie thick around us,
In the dark and gloomy night;

And the tempest wails above us,
And the stars have hid their light.

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