Ob 2 Come un-to me, when shadows darkly gath-er, When the sad heart is wea-ry and distressed, Seek-ing for com-fort from your heavenly Fa-ther, Come un- to me, and I will give you rest. Of wild war music o'er the earth shall cease; Love shall tread out the baleful fires of anger, And in its ashes plant the tree of peace. 0:32 Still, still with thee, when purple morn-ing break - eth, When the bird wak - eth 2 Alone with thee, amid the mystic shadows, O, in that hour, more fair than daylight I THOU art the Way: to thee alone 2 Thou art the Truth: thy word alone 3 Thou art the Life: the rending tomb Proclaims thy conquering arm; And those who put their trust in thee 4 Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life: Heber. C.M. 259. I THE world throws wide its brazen gates; With thee we enter in : O, grant us, in our humble sphere, To free that world from sin ! 2 We have one mind in Christ our Lord, But all, O God, in love. 3 The star is resting in the sky; To worship Christ we came ; The moments haste: O, touch our tongues 4 The truest worship is a life; 22 260. I O GOD, that mad'st the earth and sky, O, listen to thy children's cry, 2 The cross that Jesus bore for man, But mortal strength to weakness turns, 3 Have mercy on our failings, Lord, And when his sorrows visit us, 261. I SEE, Israel's gentle Shepherd stands, 2" Permit them to approach," he cries, "Nor scorn their humble name; For 't was to bless such souls as these The Lord of angels came." 262. I IN all we do, in all we dream, Through evil dark the watch-towers gleam, 2 Howe'er we stray, we are pursued; God foils us from above, By fatherly solicitude And by relentless love. And yield them up to thee; 4 Ye little flock, with pleasure hear; Langdon. C.M. We all, at last, must turn ; Shall help our sins to burn. 4 And thou wilt have us right at last, 0 Lord and Master of us all, Whate'er our name or sign, We own thy sway, we hear thy call, We test our lives by thine. 2 by 2 263. 1 O LORD and Master of us all, Whate'er our name or sign, We own thy sway, we hear thy call, 2 We faintly hear, we dimly see, In differing phrase we pray; 3 Apart from thee all gain is loss, 4 Alone, O Love ineffable! |