4 Still in duty's lowly round
Be our patient footsteps found:
With Thy counsel guide us here,
Till in glory we appear.
Bp. William Walsham How (1823
Seeking after God.-JER. xxix, 13.
I LORD, we come before Thee now,
At Thy feet we humbly bow;
Oh do not our suit disdain,
Shall we seek Thee, Lord, in vain?
2 Lord, on Thee our souls depend,
In compassion, now descend;
Fill our hearts with Thy rich grace,
Tune our lips to sing Thy praise.
3 In Thine own appointed way,
Now we seek Thee, here we stay :
Lord, we know not how to go,
Till a blessing Thou bestow.
4 Send some message from Thy word,
That may joy and peace afford;
Let Thy Spirit now impart
Full salvation to each heart.
5 Comfort those who weep and mourn, Let the time of joy return;
Heal the sick, the captive free,
Let us all rejoice in Thee.
8. 5. 8. 5. 8.4 3.
Praise above, below. REV. iv. 11.
I ANGEL Voices, ever singing
Round Thy throne of light-
Angel harps, forever ringing,
Rest not day nor night
Thousands only live to bless Thee,
And confess Thee,
Lord of might!
2 Thou, Who art beyond the farthest
Mortal eye can scan,
Can it be that Thou regardest
Songs of sinful man?
Can we feel that Thou art near us,
And wilt hear us?
3 Yea, we know Thy love rejoices
O'er each work of Thine;
Thou didst ears and hands and voices
For thy praise combine;
Craftman's art and music's measure
For Thy pleasure
Didst design.
4 Here, Great God, to-day we offer
Of Thine own to Thee;
And for Thine acceptance proffer,
All unworthily,
Hearts and minds, and hands and voices,
In our choicest
5 Honor, glory, might and merit,
Thine shall ever be,
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit,
Blesséd Trinity!
Of the best that Thou hast given
Earth and Heaven
The Lord watch between us. GEN. xxxi. 49.
I GOD be with you till we meet again;
By His counsels, guide, uphold you,
With His sheep securely fold you,
God be with you till we meet again:
Till we meet, Till we meet,
Till we meet at Jesus' feet;
Till we meet, Till we meet,
God be with you till we meet again.
2 God be with you till we meet again,
'Neath His wings securely hide you;
Daily manna still divide you,
God be with you till we meet again.-CHO.
3 God be with you till we meet again,
When life's perils thick confound you,
Put His arms unfailing round you,
God be with you till we meet again.-CHO.
4 God be with you till we meet again,
Keep love's banner floating o'er you,
Smite death's threatening wave before you,
God be with you till we meet again.-CHO.
I AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise
To pay thy morning sacrifice.
2 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,
And with the angels bear thy part,
Who, all night long, unwearied sing
High praise to the eternal King.
3 All praise to Thee who safe hast kept,
And hast refreshed me whilst I slept ;
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,
I may of endless life partake.
4 Lord, I my vows to Thee renew ;
Disperse my sins as morning dew;
Guide my first springs of thought and will,
And with Thyself my spirit fill.
5 Direct, control, suggest this day,
All I design, or do, or say:
That all my powers, with all their might, In Thy sole glory may unite.
Bp. Thomas Ken (1637--1711), 1697, 1709. Ab.
I ALL praise to Thee, my God, this night,
For all the blessings of the light:
Keep me, O keep me, King of kings,
Beneath Thine own almighty wings.
2 Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son,
The ill that I this day have done;
That with the world, myself, and Thee
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
3 Teach me to live, that I may dread
The grave as little as my bed;
To die, that this vile body may
Rise glorious at the awful day.
4 O may my soul on Thee repose,
And may sweet sleep my eyelids close;
Sleep, that shall me more vigorous make,
To serve my God when I awake.
5 When in the night I sleepless lie,
My soul with heavenly thoughts supply,
Let no ill dreams disturb my rest,
No powers of darkness me molest.
6 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye Heavenly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
Bp. Thomas Ken. 1697, 1759.
"Splendor paternæ gloriæ."
I O JESUS, Lord of light and grace,
Thou brightness of the Father's face,
Thou fountain of eternal light,
Whose beams disperse the shades of night.
2 Come, Holy Sun of heavenly love,
Come in Thy radiance from above,
And to our inward hearts convey
The Holy Spirit's cloudless ray.
3 May He our actions deign to bless, And loose the bonds of wickedness;
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