  Father, accept our thanks For blessings, heaven-lent. We march with broken ranks, When joy and woe are blent. We march, as march we must, Subject to Thy command. Can we forsake our trust Upheld by Thy right hand? Father, we turn to Thee ’Mid shadows drear and dark; Thy breath alone is free To fan the vital spark, Until its light illumes The vast arcade of years; And some fair lily blooms Where men saw only tears. We cannot walk alone, However bright the way. A seed of kindness sown Shall gracious largess pay. Our sight is poor and weak, Apart from Sight-Divine; Direct us, for we seek No other will than Thine. Attentive is Thy ear; Encourage when we call; The clouds shall disappear, We conquer as did Paul. Eternal rest is won, Where nothing ill betides; His race is nobly run, Who in the Lord confides. We know we cannot do The simplest duty well; Our failing strength renew, Sweet bliss from pain compel. Be with us as we meet To study Thy desire; Come and Thy work complete, Our feeble hearts inspire. Inspire our feeble hearts, To carry out Thy will. The fear of man departs. When we, Thy laws, fulfill. Help us, dear Lord, intent, To glorify Thy name; The Son Himself was sent, To emphasize Thy claim. [Image of the book-back-cover unavailable.] |
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