I LEAD US, O Father, in the paths of peace:
Without thy guiding hand we go astray,
And doubts appall, and sorrows still increase;
Lead us through Christ, the true and living
Way.

2 Lead us, O Father, in the paths of truth: Unhelped by thee, in error's maze we grope, While passion stains, and folly dims our youth, And age comes on, uncheered by faith and hope.

3 Lead us, O Father, in the paths of right: Blindly we stumble when we walk alone, Involved in shadows of a darksome night; Only with thee we journey safely on.

4 Lead us, O Father, to thy heavenly rest,
However rough and steep the path may be,
Through joy or sorrow, as thou deemest best,
Until our lives are perfected in thee.
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1 As swiftly, silently draws near the night,
And into gloom the daylight dies away,
I praise thee, heavenly Father, for thy light,
That shineth ever, an eternal day.

2 I praise thee that thy weary child may see

The way to thee, though darkness gathers deep;

I come, O Father, to receive of thee

Thy pardon and thy blessing ere I sleep.

3 I lift to thee this burdened heart of mine, Filled with the shadows of the deepening night;

Thou floodest me with rays of love divine, And darkness flees from me, and all is light.

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rounded, Thou may'st smile at all thy foes.

I GLORIOUS things of thee are spoken,
Zion, city of our God!
He, whose word cannot be broken,
Formed thee for his own abode.
On the Rock of Ages founded,

What can shake thy sure repose? With salvation's walls surrounded, Thou mayest smile at all thy foes.

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2 See, the streams of living waters,
Springing from eternal love,
Well supply thy sons and daughters,
And all fear of want remove.
Who can faint, while such a river

Ever flows their thirst t' assuage?-
Grace which, like the Lord, the giver,
Never fails from age to age.

3 Round each habitation hovering,
See the cloud and fire appear,
For a glory and a covering,

Showing that the Lord is near!
He who gives them daily manna,
He who listens when they cry,
Let him hear the loud hosanna
Rising to his throne on high.

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I WHEN long the soul had slept in chains,

And man to man was stern and cold; When love and worship were but strains That swept the gifted chords of old, By shady mount and peaceful lake

A meek and lowly stranger came : The weary drank the words he spake, The poor and feeble blessed his name.

2 He went where frenzy held its rule,

Where sickness breathed its spell of pain: By famed Bethesda's mystic pool,

And by the darkened gate of Nain. He soothed the mourner's troubled breast, He raised the contrite sinner's head, And on the loved ones' lowly rest, The light of better life he shed.

3 Father, the spirit Jesus knew,

We humbly ask of thee to-day, That we may be disciples true

Of him, to love and light the way.

Bright be the places where we tread Amid earth's suffering and its poor, Till we shall come where tears are shed And broken sighs are heard no more. 305.

I THUS far the Lord hath led me on,

Thus far his power prolongs my days; And every evening shall make known Some fresh memorial of his grace. I lay my body down to sleep:

Peace be the pillow for my head; O, let thy holy angels keep

Their watchful stations round my bed!

2 Thy love divine forbids my fear:
O, may thy presence ne'er depart !
And in the morning may I hear
Thy loving-kindness in my heart.
And when the sleep of death shall come,
Still may I trust thy mighty love,
See heaven's sunshine through the gloom,
And gladly seek my home above.

our spirits bend

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I OUR Father God! not face to face
May mortal sense commune with thee,
Nor lift the curtains of that place
Where dwells thy secret majesty ;
Yet wheresoe'er our spirits bend
In reverent faith and humble prayer,
Thy promised blessing will descend,
And we shall find thy spirit there.

2 Lord! be the spot where now we meet
An open gateway into heaven;
Here may we sit at Jesus' feet,
And feel our deepest sins forgiven;
Here may desponding care look up,
And sorrow lay its burden down,
Or learn of him to drink the cup,
To bear the cross, and win the crown.

3 Here may the sick and wandering soul
To truth still blind, to sin a slave,
Find better than Bethesda's pool,
Or than Siloam's healing wave.

And may we learn, while here apart From the world's passion and its strife, That thy true shrine's a loving heart, And thy best praise a holy life!

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I My Father, grant thy presence nigh
To bear aloft my sinking soul,
When sorrow o'er my pathway here
In widely whelming waves doth roll.
O, teach mine else unguarded heart
The clouds of gloomy doubt to shun,
To bow unto thy chastening hand,
And meekly say, "Thy will be done!"

2 Though dark to us thy ways may seem,
Thy needful chastisements severe,
Thou dost not willingly afflict,
Nor grieve thy erring children here.
O, teach my heart to lean on thee,
To faith and resignation won,

To see thy love in all its ways,

And humbly say, "Thy will be done!*