4 Lord, we are few but thou art near;
Nor short thine arm, nor deaf thine ear:
O, rend the heavens, come quickly down,
And make a thousand hearts thine own!
1 FATHER, we bless the gentle care
That watches o'er us day by day,
That guards us from the tempter's snare,
And guides us in the heavenward way :-
We bless thee for the tender love,
That mingles all our hearts in one,—
The music of the soul;-above
'T is purer spirits' unison.
2 Father, 't is evening's solemn hour,
And cast we now our cares on thee;
Darkly the storm may round us lower,
Peace is within, Christ makes us free,-
And when life's toil and joy are o'er,
And evening gathers on its sky,
Our circle broke, we sing no more,
O, may we meet and sing on high.
1 WHEN quiet in my house I sit,
Thy book be my companion still;
My joy thy sayings to repeat,
Talk o'er the records of thy will,
And search the oracles divine,
Till every heart-felt word be mine.
2 O, may the gracious words divine
Subject of all my converse be;
So will the Lord his follower join,
And walk and talk himself with me ;
So shall my heart his presence prove,
And burn with everlasting love.
3 Oft as I lay me down to rest,
O, may the reconciling word
Sweetly compose my weary breast,
While, trusting in my gracious Lord,
I sink in peaceful dreams away,
And visions of eternal day!
4 Rising to sing my Father's praise,
Thee may I publish all day long;
And let thy precious word of grace
Flow from my heart and fill my tongue;
Fill all my life with purest love,
And join me to the church above.
1 LO! what an entertaining sight
Those friendly brethren prove,
Whose cheerful hearts in bands unite
Of harmony and love!
2 Where streams of bliss from Christ, the spring,
Descend to every soul,
And heavenly peace, with balmy wing,
Shades and bedews the whole.
3 'T is pleasant as the morning dews
That fall on Zion's hill,
Where God his mildest glory shows,
And makes his grace
The Love of the Brethren.
1 A HOLY air is breathing round,
Be every soul from sense unbound,
Be every spirit love.
2 O God, unite us heart to heart,
In sympathy divine,
That we be never drawn apart,
And love nor thee nor thine.
3 But, by the cross of Jesus taught,
And all thy gracious word,
Be nearer to each other brought,
And nearer to our Lord.
1 NOW, Lord, we part a while;
But, still in spirit joined,
Embrace the happy toil
Thou hast to each assigned;
And while we do thy blesséd will,
We bear our heaven about us still.
2 O, let us then go on
In all thy pleasant ways;
And, armed with patience, run
With joy th' appointed race:
Keep us, and every seeking soul,
Till all attain the heavenly goal.
3 There we shall meet again,
When all our toils are o'er,
And death, and grief, and pain,
And parting are no more,
In the new earth and heaven above,
The world of righteousness and love,
1 O, SWEETLY breathe the lyres above,
When angels touch the quivering string,
And wake, to chant the Father's love,
Such strains as angel lips can sing.
2 And sweet, on earth, the choral swell, From mortal tongues, of gladsome lays; When pardoned souls their raptures tell,
And, grateful, hymn the Saviour's praise. 3 Great God, thy name our souls adore;
We own the bond that makes us thine;
And earthly joys, that charmed before,
For Christ, our Saviour, we resign.
4 Our hearts, by dying love subdued,
Accept thine offered grace to-day;
Beneath the cross, with souls renewed,
We bow, and own thy gracious sway.
on thee rely;
Though we are feeble, thou art strong;
O, keep us till our spirits fly
To join the bright, immortal throng.
1 ONE prayer I have, all prayers in one,
When I am wholly thine;
Thy will, my God, thy will be done,
And let that will be mine.
2 All-wise, almighty, and all-good,
In thee I firmly trust;
Thy ways, unknown or understood,
Áre merciful and just.
3 May I remember that to thee
Whate'er I have I owe ;
And back, in gratitude, from me
May all thy bounties flow.
4 Thy gifts are only then enjoyed,
When used as talents lent;
Those talents only well employed,
When in thy service spent.
5 And though thy wisdom takes away,
Shall I arraign thy will?
No, let me bless thy name, and say,
"The Lord is gracious still."
6 A pilgrim through the earth I roam,
Of nothing long possessed,
And all must fail when I go home,
For this is not my rest.
"With his stripes we are healed.” 1 A VOICE upon the midnight air, Where Kedron's moonlit waters stray, Weeps forth in agony and prayer, "O Father, take this cup away!" 2 Ah! thou who sorrow'st unto death, We conquer in thy mortal fray; And earth for all her children saith, "O God, take not this cup away!" 3 O Lord of sorrow, meekly die;
Thou 'lt heal or hallow all our woe ; Thy name refresh the mourner's sigh; Thy peace revive the faint and low. 4 Great Chief of faithful souls, arise;
None else can lead the martyr band,
Who teach the brave how peril flies,
When faith, unarmed, uplifts the hand.
5 O King of earth, the cross ascend;
O'er climes and ages, 't is thy throne;
Where'er thy fading eye may bend,
The desert blooms and is thine own.
6 Thy parting blessing, Lord, we pray;
Make but one fold below, above;
And when we go the last, lone way,
O, give the welcome of thy love!
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