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Whither, O whither flee? Where find relief from

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From all our cares and woes.

I SHINE thou upon us, Lord,
True Light of men, to-day,
And through the written Word
Thy very self display;

That so, from hearts which burn
With gazing on thy face,
The little ones may learn

The wonders of thy grace.

2 Breathe thou upon us, Lord,
Thy Spirit's living flame,
That so with one accord

Our lips may tell thy name;
Give thou the hearing ear,

Fix thou the wandering thought,
That those we teach may hear

The great things thou hast wrought.

3 Speak thou for us, O Lord,
In all we say of thee;
According to thy Word

Let all our teaching be;
That so thy lambs may know

Their own true Shepherd's voice,
Where'er he leads them go,

And in his love rejoice.

4 Live thou within us, Lord;

Thy mind and will be ours;
Be thou beloved, adored,

And served with all our powers;

That so our lives may teach

Thy children what thou art,

And plead, by more than speech,

For thee with every heart.

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seeking life, At thy feet shall fall.

Hear then in love, O Lord,

the cry

I WHEN the weary, seeking rest,
To thy goodness flee;

When the heavy-laden cast
All their load on thee;

When the troubled, seeking peace,

On thy name shall call ;

When the sinner, seeking life,

At thy feet shall fall :

Hear then in love, O Lord, the cry
In heaven, thy dwelling-place on high.

2 When the worldling, sick at heart,
Lifts his soul above ;

When the prodigal looks back

To his father's love;

When the proud man, from his pride,

Stoops to seek thy face;
When the burdened brings his guilt
To thy throne of grace:

Hear then in love, O Lord, the cry
In heaven, thy dwelling-place on high.

3 When the stranger asks a home,
All his toils to end;
When the hungry craveth food,

And the poor a friend;
When the sailor on the wave

Bows the fervent knee;
When the soldier on the field
Lifts his heart to thee:
Hear then in love, O Lord, the cry
In heaven, thy dwelling-place on high.

4 When the child, with loving heart,
Youth, or maiden fair;
When the aged, trusting still,

Seek thy face in prayer;
When the widow weeps to thee,
Sad and lone and low;

When the orphan brings to thee
All his orphan woe :

Hear then in love, O Lord, the cry
In heaven, thy dwelling-place on high.

I OUR blest Redeemer, ere he breathed
His tender last farewell,

A Guide, a Comforter bequeathed,
With us to dwell.

2 He came sweet influence to impart,
A gracious, willing Guest,

While he can find one humble heart
Wherein to rest.

3 And his that gentle voice we hear,
Soft as the breath of even,

That checks each thought, that calms each fear,

And speaks of heaven.

4 And every virtue we possess,
And every conquest won,
And every thought of holiness,
Are his alone.

5 Spirit of purity and grace,

Our weakness, pitying see;

O, make our hearts thy dwelling-place,
And worthier thee!

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I HAIL! sacred day of earthly rest,
From toil and trouble free;

Hail! day of light, that bringest light
And joy to me.

2 A holy stillness, breathing calm
On all the world around,
Uplifts my soul, O God, to thee,
Where rest is found.

3 On all I think, or say, or do,
A ray of light divine

Is shed, O God, this day by thee,
For it is thine.

4 Accept, O God, my hymn of praise
That thou this day hast given
Sweet foretaste of that endless day
Of rest in heaven.

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I THE God of love my Shepherd is,
My gracious, constant guide;

I shall not want, for I am his :
In all supplied.

2 In his green pastures do I feed,
And there lie down at will;
He leads me in my thirsty need
By waters still.

3 His tenderness restores my soul
When, sick and faint, I roam,

Shows the right path and makes me whole, Bearing me home.

4 Yea! the dark valley when I tread, No evil will I fear;

Thy rod and staff dispel my dread;