When thro' the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming, When o'er the dark wave the red lightning is gleaming, 03 25 4 Nor hope lends a ray the poor seaman to cherish, We fly to our Saviour: "Save, Lord, or we per- ish!" Scorn not the slightest word or deed, Nor deem it void of pow'r; There 's fruit in each wind-wafted seed, Waiting its na-tal hour 511. I SCORN not the slightest word or deed, 2 A whispered word may touch the heart And call it back to life; A look of love bid sin depart, 3 No act falls fruitless; none can tell Nor what results enfolded dwell 4 Work, and despair not; bring thy mite, Nor care how small it be ; God is with all that love the right, The holy, true, and free. IO HOLY Saviour, Friend unseen, 2 Blest with communion so divine, 3 Far from her home, fatigued, oppressed, While she can cling to thee. St. Agnes. C. M. 4 What though the world deceitful prove, 5 Though faith and hope awhile be tried, 6 Blest is my lot, whate'er befall; To this their secret strength they owed, The martyrs' path who trod; The fountains of their patience flowed From out their thought of God. 6 Be still the light upon my way, My pilgrim staff and rod, My rest by night, my strength by day, O blessed thought of God! #6 Angel voi - ces ever sing-ing Round thy throne of light, An- gel harps for ever ring-ing, Rest not day nor night; Thousands on-ly live to bless thee, And confess thee, Lord of might. Cre a-tion's sovereign Lord, Be thy glad name a-dored Thro' earth and sky! Hear, as in Db b 516. youthful days Το thee we humb-ly raise Songs of our grateful praise, Ho- ly and highl e The bird let loose in Eas-tern skies, Return-ing fondly home, Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies Where idle warblers roam; 519. 4 I THE bird let loose in Eastern skies, Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies 2 But high she shoots through air and light, 3 So grant me, God, from every snare To hold my course to thee. |