To God the Father, Son,
And Spirit, glory be,
As was, and is, and shall be so
To all eternity.
O Thou, from Whom all goodness flows,
I lift my heart to Thee;
In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes,
Good Lord, remember me.
When on my aching, burdened heart
My sins press heavily,
My pardon speak, new peace impart,
In love remember me.
When trials sore obstruct my way,
And ills I cannot flee,
Lord, let my strength be as my day,
For good remember me.
If on my face, for Thy loved Name,
Shame and reproaches be,
All hail reproach, and welcome shame,
If Thou remember me.
When worn with pain, disease and grief,
This feeble body see,
Grant patience, rest, and kind relief,
Hear, and remember me.
When, in the solemn hour of death,
I wait Thy just decree,
Be this the prayer of last breath,
O Lord, remember me.
O Thou, to Whose all searching sight
The darkness shineth as the light
Search, prove my heart, it pants for Thee;
O burst these bonds, and set it free!
Wash out its stains, refine its dross,
Nail my affections to the Cross;
Hallow each thought; let all within
Be clean, as Thou, my Lord, art clean.
If in this darksome wild I stray,
Be thou my Light, be Thou my Way;
No foes, no violence I fear,
No fraud, while Thou, my God, art near.
When rising floods my soul o'erflow,
When sinks my heart in waves of woe,
Jesus, Thy timely aid impart,
And raise my head, and cheer my heart.
Saviour where'er Thy steps I see,
Dauntless, untired, I follow Thee!
O let Thy hand support me still,
And lead me to Thy holy hill!
If rough and thorny be the way,
My strength proportion to my day;
Till toil, and grief, and pain shall cease,
Where all is calm, and joy, and peace.
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Guide me, O Thou great Jehovah,
Pilgrim through this barren land;
I am weak, but Thou art mighty,
Hold me with Thy powerful hand;
Bread of heaven,
Feed me now and evermore.
Open Thou the living fountain,
Whence the healing waters flow,
Let the fiery cloudy pillar
Lead me all my journey through.
Strong deliverer,
Be thou still my strength and shield.
When I tread the verge of Jordan,
Bid my anxious fears subside;
Death of death, and hell's destruction,
Land me safe on Canaan's side.
Songs of praises,
I will ever give to Thee.
Father, whate'er of earthly bliss
Thy sovereign will denies,
Accepted at Thy throne of grace
Let this petition rise;
Give me a calm, a thankful heart,
From every murmur free;
The blessings of Thy grace impart,
And let me live to Thee.
Let the sweet hope that Thou art mine
My life and death attend;
Thy presence through my journey shine,
And crown my journey's end.
Praise to the Father and the Son,
Praise to the Spirit be;
Praise to the blessed Three in One;
Through all eternity.
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My God, my Father, while I stray
Far from my home, on life's rough way,
O teach me from my heart to say,
"Thy will be done."
What though in lonely grief I sigh
For friends beloved, no longer nigh,
Submissive still would I reply,
If Thou shouldst call me to resign
What most I prize, it ne'er was mine,
I only yield thee what was Thine;
"Thy will be done."
Should pining sickness waste away
My life in premature decay,
My Father, still I strive to say
"Thy will be done."
If but my fainting heart be blest
With Thy sweet Spirit for its guest,
My God, to Thee I leave the rest;
"Thy will be done."
Renew my will from day to day,
Blend it with Thine, and take away
All that now makes it hard to say,
Then, when on earth I breathe no more, The prayer oft mixed with tears before, I'll sing upon a happier shore,
"Thy will be done."
Art thou all friendless and alone,
Hast none in whom thou canst confide?
God careth for thee, lonely one,
Comfort and help will He provide.
Thy heart's unspoken pain He knows,
Thy secret sighs He hears full well,
What to none else thou darest disclose,
To Him thou mayest with boldness tell.
Why art thou full of anxious fear
How thou shalt be sustained and fed? He who hath made and placed thee here, Will give thee needful daily bread.
Sayst thou, I know not how or where,
No help I see where'er I turn ;
When of all else we most despair,
The riches of God's love we learn ;
Though long His promised aid delay,
At last it will be surely sent;
Though thy heart sink in sore dismay,
The trial for thy good is meant.
We know for us a rest remains
When God will give us sweet release From earth and all our mortal chains, And turn our sufferings into peace.
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