WHEREFORE, Lord, doth Thy dear

praise

But tremble on my tongue?

Why lack my lips sweet skill to raise
A full triumphant song?

2 How can this heart divinely glow,
So ready to transgress?

Thy broken law doth dull me so;
My sins Thy praise oppress.

mf 3 0 make me, Lord, Thy statutes learn,
Keep in Thy ways my feet;
Then shall my lips divinely burn,
Then shall my songs be sweet.

T. H. Gill.

In faith and trust we follow Him
Whose lot was lowly too.

2 Our days of darkness we may bear,
Strong in a Father's love,

Leaning on His almighty arm,
And fixed our hopes above.

3 Our lives enriched with gentle thoughts

And loving deeds may be,

A stream that still the nobler grows
The nearer to the sea.

4 To duty firm, to conscience true,
However tried and pressed,

In God's clear sight high work we do,
If we but do our best.

5 Thus may we make the lowliest lot
With rays of glory bright:
Thus may we turn a crown of thorns
Into a crown of light.

W. Gaskell.

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Rooted and grounded in love.
-EPH. iii. 17.

mf 1 MY God, I love Thee for Thyself,

All creature things above: