No. 406. Lord, Thou Art My Rock of Strength

A. H. Franke, tr. by C. Winkworth ROSSITER. 7s.D.

J. B. Calkin

1. Lord, Thou art my Rock of strength, And my home is in Thine arms;
2. When my tri- als tar-ry long, Un to Thee I look and wait,
3. Let
thy mercy's wings be spread O'er me, keep me close to Thee;

Thou wilt send me
Know-ing none, tho'
In the peace Thy

help at length, And I feel no wild a-larms. keen and strong, Can my trust in Thee a-bate. love doth shed Let me dwell e- ter- nal - ly.

Sin nor death can pierce the shield, Thy de-
And this faith I long have nurs'd Comes a-
Be my all; in all I do, Let me

fence has o'er me thrown; Up to Thee myself I yield, And my sorrows are Thine own. lone, O God, from Thee; Thou my heart didst open first, Thou didst set this hope in me. ly seek Thy will. Where the heart to Thee is true, All is peaceful, calm and still.

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No. 407. We Walk by Faith and Not by Sight

Henry Alford

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AVORY. C. M.

S. M. Bixby, 1899

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1. We walk by faith and not by sight; No gracious words we
2. We
not touch His hands and side, Nor follow where He
3. Help then, O Lord, our
belief; And may our faith
4. That, when our life of
is done, In realms of clear - er

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We Walk by Faith and Not by Sight

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be-lieve Him near.

From Him who spoke as man ne'er spake; But we

But in His prom-ise

we

re-joice, And cry, "My Lord and God!" To call on Thee when Thou art near, And seek where Thou art found: We may be - hold Thee as Thou art, With full and end-less sight.

Copyright, 1878, by Hubert P. Main.

No. 396. O for a Heart to Praise My God

No. 397. O Love Divine, that Stooped to Share

Latin Melody. Arr. by J. B. Dykes

1. O Love di vine, that stoop'd to share Our sharp est pang, our bit - t'rest tear, 2. Tho' long the wea ry way we tread, And sor - row crown each ling-'ring year, 3. When drooping pleasure turns to grief, And tremb-ling faith is changed to fear, 4. On Thee we fling our burd-'ning woe, O Love di vine, for ev

er dear!

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On Thee we cast each earth-born care, We smile at pain while Thou art near.
No path
we shun, no darkness dread, Our hearts still whisp'ring, Thou art near.
The murm'ring wind, the quiv' ring leaf, Shall soft-ly tell us Thou art near.
Con-tent to suffer, while we know, Living and dying, Thou art near.

A MEN

No. 399. O Gift of Gifts! O Grace of Faith

F. W. Faber, 1849, abr.

MEADE. C. M.

S. M. Bixby

1. O gift of
2. How man y

gifts! O grace of faith! My

God, how can it be...... hearts Thou mightst have had More in no cent than mine,...

is like liest hearts, It

that I am! If

Thy boast to
Thou canst be, O

come,...

Faith,...

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