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WIMBORNE. 118 & 10s. GREATOREY's Col. (by permission).

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The Compass.
1 Thou art, O God! my East. In thee I dawned;

Within me ever let thy day-spring shine;
Then, for cach night of sorrow I have mourned,

I'll bless thee, Father, since it seals me thine.
2 Thou art, O God! my North. My trembling soul,

Like a charmed needle, points to thee alone;
Each wave of time, each storm of life, shall roll

My trusting spirit forward to thy throne.
3 Thou art, O God! my South. Thy fervent love

Perennial verdure o'er my life hath shed;
And constant sunshine from thy heart of love,

With wine and oil thy grateful child hath fed.
4 Thou art, O God! my West. Into thy arms,

Glad as the setting sun, may I decline;
Baptized from carthly stains and sin's alarms
Re-born, arise in thy new heavens to shine.



I wait for the Lord; my soul doth wait."
1 Fatuer, I wait thy word. The sun doth stand

Beneath the mingling line of night and day,
A listening servant, waiting thy command
To roll rejoicing on its silent way.

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1 Ix holy books we read how God hath spoken

To holy men in many different ways;
But hath the present worked no sign nor token?

Is God quite silent in these latter days ?
2 The word were but a blank, a hollow sound,

If he that spake it were not speaking still;
If all the light and all the shade around

Were aught but issues of Almighty Will.
8 So, then, believe that every bird that sings,

And every flower that stars the elastic soil,
And every thought the happy summer brings,

To the pure spirit is a word of God.

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Weary and weak, thy grace we pray; Turn not, O Lord! thy guests away.

2 Long have we roamed in want and pain,

Long have we sought thy rest in vain;
Wildered in doubt, in darkness lost,
Long have our souls been tempest-tost :
Low at thy feet our sins we lay;
Turn not, O Lord! thy guests away.


274. Imploring the Constanı Presence of God.
1 When Israel, of the Lord beloved,

Out from the land of bondage came,
Her fathers' God before her moved,

An awful guide, in smoke and Aame. 2 By day, along the astonished lands

The cloudy pillar glided slow;
By night, Arabia's crimsoned sands

Returned the fiery column's glow. 3 Thus present still, though now unseen,

When brightly shines the prosperous day,
Be thoughts of thee a cloudy screen,

To temper the deceitful ray.
4 And oh! when gathers on our path,

In shade and storm, the frequent night,
Be thou, long-suffering, slow to wrath,

A burning and a shining light. 275. God a Refuge. | Forth from the dark and stormy sky,

Lord, to thine altar's shade we fly;
Forth from the world, its hope and fear,
Father, we seek thy shelter bere:


God our Guide.
1 LEADER of Israel's host, and guide

Of all who seek the land above,
Beneath thy shadow we abide,
The cloud of thy protecting love, –
Our strength thy grace, our rule thy word,
Our end the glory of the Lord


2 By thine unerring spirit led,

We shall not in the desert stray,
We shall not full direction need,
Nor miss our providential way;
As far from danger as from fear,
While love, Almighty love, is near.

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