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4. With our slow footsteps Thou dost bear-1 5. What matter if the waves roll near Oh patience marvellous !
Of that vast awful stream, That we may all the glory share
There is a Voice that changes fear That Thou didst leave for us ;
Into a faith supreme; That we the City fair may see
And we shall see a radiance bright After long wandering,
O'er those dark waters break, Where joy unspeakable must be,
And know His love the river spans, Because Thou art its King.
Who crossed it for our sake.
There's a surging torrent, etc.
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[Alternative Tunes Nos. 30, 202.] IN Thy Presence, Holy Father,
So we claim Thee for our Father,
For we have a right to be,
By the gift of our dear Brother, To Thy goodness we appeal.
Loving children unto Thee. For we have no tender mother
Poor and lowly is our station, On the earth so waste and wide ;
Yet Thou never wilt despise And we have no earthly father
This our lowly adoration,
On Thy Throne above the skies.
All our cares we can confide :
Toiling, resting, waking, sleeping, Thou wilt hear the orphan's prayer.
We will in Thy love abide. Life's temptations are before us,
While Thy shelt'ring wings are o'er us We must mingle in the strife;
Fatherless we cannot be, If Thy goodness watch not o'er us,
And we have a Home before us, All unsafe will be our life.
Which will last eternally. Amen.
[Alternative Tunes Nos. 129, 199.] QUR life was lonely, sad, and poor, I Then let us try with all our hearts No friends or home had we,
Our daily prayers to say, Till JESUS called, and sweetly said, And seek in all things great and small “My children, come to Me."
To please Him every day.
SETTING forth on life's rough way, O'er all quicksands, shoals, and rocks, Father, guide them ;
Do Thou steer them ; For we know not what of harm
In temptation, trial, grief, May betide them;
Be Thou near them. 'Neath the shadow of Thy wing Ever hide them,
To Thy care we give them up,
LORD, receive them ; May an Angel-guard, we pray,
In the world we know must be Walk beside them.
Much to grieve them : When in prayer they cry to Thee
Many strive with cruel arts Father, hear thein ;
To deceive them ; Sad or lonely though they be,
Trustful in 'Thy Hands of love, Thou canst cheer them :
We must leave them. Amen.