The Lord hath builded for himself, He needs no earthly dome; The u- niverse his dwelling is,
Lamp of our feet, whereby we trace Our path when wont to stray; Stream, from the fount of
O Sacred Head! now wounded, With grief and shame weighed down; Now scornfully surrounded With bg
thorns, thy only crown! O Sacred Head! what glo-ry, What bliss till now was thine! Yet tho' despised and
I O SACRED Head! now wounded,
With grief and shame weighed down;
Now scornfully surrounded
With thorns, thy only crown!
O Sacred Head! what glory,
What bliss till now was thine!
Yet, though despised and gory,
I joy to call thee mine.
2 What language shall I borrow
To thank thee, dearest Friend,
For this, thy dying sorrow,
Thy pity without end?
O, make me thine forever;
And, should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never
Outlive my love to thee!
3 Be near when I am dying,
O, show thy cross to me!
And for my succor flying,
Come, Lord, to set me free!
These eyes, new faith receiving,
From Jesus shall not move;
For he who dies believing,
Dies happy through thy love.
I O BLESSED retrospection,
That deepens as we gaze!
O tender recollections
Of dear departed days!
O sweet and sacred memories,
That flood the past with light!
O Spirit of the Risen,
Renew our souls to-night!
2 While for this glad reunion
We come in sweet accord,
On every waiting spirit
Bestow thy blessing, Lord!
Accept our deep thanksgiving,
Our Father, that thy care,
Thy brooding love and kindness,
Hath kept us everywhere.
3 All the dear fold, O Father,
Bring home in spirit now;
The present and the absent,
Help to renew their vow;
When, far from this loved altar,
Our weakness, Lord, we see,
Wilt thou, to feet that falter,
New strength and courage be!
4 Lord, let thy sacred presence
Go with us when we part,
And may this glad reunion
Bind close our hands and hearts.
To every holy purpose
The better life to live,
O, may this sweet refreshing,
New consecration give!
I "COME unto me, ye weary,
And I will give you rest."
O, blessèd voice of Jesus,
Which comes to hearts oppressed!
It tells of benediction,
Of pardon, grace, and peace,
Of joy that hath no ending,
Of love that cannot cease.
2 "Come unto me, ye wanderers,
And I will give you light."
O, loving voice of Jesus,
Which comes to cheer the night! Our hearts were filled with sadness, And we had lost our way, But he has brought us gladness, And songs at break of day.
"Come unto me, ye fainting,
And I will give you life."
O, cheering voice of Jesus,
Which comes to aid our strife!
The foe is stern and eager,
The fight is fierce and long; But thou hast made us mighty, And stronger than the strong.
"And whosoever cometh,
I will not cast him out."
O, welcome voice of Jesus,
Which drives away our doubt,
Which calls us, very sinners,
Unworthy though we be
Of love so free and boundless,
To come, O Lord, to thee!
I SOMETIMES a light surprises
The Christian while he sings;
It is the Lord, who rises
With healing on his wings.
When comforts are declining,
He grants the soul again
A season of clear shining,
To cheer it after rain.
2 In holy contemplation,
We sweetly then pursue
The theme of God's salvation,
And find it ever new.
Set free from present sorrow,
We cheerfully can say,
"E'en let the unknown morrow
Bring with it what it may,-
3 "It can bring with it nothing
But he will bear us through;
Who gives the lilies clothing,
Will clothe his people too :
Beneath the spreading heavens
No creature but is fed,
And he who feeds the ravens
Will give his children bread.
4 "Though vine nor fig-tree neither
Their wonted fruit shall bear,
Though all the field should wither,
Nor flocks nor herds be there,
Yet God the same abiding,
His praise shall tune my voice,
For while in him confiding,
I cannot but rejoice!"
I WE plough the fields, and scatter
The good seed on the land;
But it is fed and watered
By God's almighty hand:
He sends the snow in winter,
The warmth to swell the grain,
The breezes and the sunshine,
And soft refreshing rain.
All good gifts around us
Are sent from heaven above;
Then thank the Lord, O, thank the Lord
For all his love!
2 He only is the Maker
Of all things near and far; He paints the wayside flower,
He lights the evening star;
The winds and waves obey him,
By him the birds are fed ;
Much more, to us, his children,
He gives our daily bread.
All good gifts, etc.
3 We thank thee, then, O Father, For all things bright and good: The seed-time and the harvest,
Our life, our health, our food.
Accept the gifts we offer
For all thy love imparts,
And, what thou most desirest,
Our humble, thankful hearts.
All good gifts, etc.
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