All to Thee, our God, we owe, Source whence all our bless-ings flow. A-men. 2 All the plenty summer pours, 3 Peace, prosperity, and health, 4 As Thy prospering hand hath blest, 00 ANNA L. BARBAULD Oh, wash me in Thy precious blood, And take my sins a - way. A-men. 2 A few more suns shall set O'er these dark hills of time, Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that blest day; 3 A few more storms shall beat On this wild rocky shore, My soul for that calm day; 4 A few more struggles here, A few more partings o'er, Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that bright day; 5 'Tis but a little while And He shall come again, Who died that we might live, Who lives Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that glad day; Oh, wash me in Thy precious blood, HORATIUS BONAR 553 ABENDS L. M. HERBERT S. OAKELEY (104) Ο Thou Whose per - fect goodness crowns With peace and this sa cred day, Our hearts are glad for all the Fixed in an e ternal state, They have done with all be - low; We a little longer wait, But how little, none can know. A-men. 2 As the wingèd arrow flies Speedily the mark to find; As the lightning from the skies Darts, and leaves no trace behind; Swiftly thus our fleeting days Bear us down life's rapid stream; Upward, Lord, our spirits raise: All below is but a dream. 3 Thanks for mercies past receive; JOHN NEWTON |