  547L. M. The Mercy Seat. From every stormy wind that blows, From every swelling tide of woes, There is a calm, a sure retreat— ’Tis found beneath the Mercy Seat. 2 There is a place where Jesus sheds The oil of gladness on our heads, A place than all besides more sweet— It is the blood-bought Mercy Seat. 3 There is a scene where spirits blend, Where friend holds fellowship with friend; Though sundered far, by faith they meet Around one common Mercy Seat. 4 Ah! whither could we flee for aid, When tempted, desolate, dismayed; Or how the host of hell defeat, Had suffering souls no Mercy Seat? 5 There! there on eagle wings we soar, And sin and sense seem all no more, And heaven comes down our souls to greet, And glory crowns the Mercy Seat! 6 O let my hand forget her skill, My tongue be silent cold and still, This bounding heart forget to beat, Ere I forget the Mercy Seat! 548L. M. This is the gate of heaven. How sweet to leave the world awhile And seek the presence of our Lord! Dear Saviour! on thy people smile, And come according to thy word. 2 From busy scenes we now retreat, That we may here converse with thee: Ah! Lord! behold us at thy feet— Let this the “gate of heaven” be. 3 “Chief of ten thousand!” now appear, That we by faith may see thy face: O! grant that we thy voice may hear, And let thy presence fill this place. 549L. M. For a business meeting. Benignant God of love and power, Be with us in this solemn hour; Smile on our souls; our plans approve, By which we seek to spread thy love. 2 Let each discordant thought be gone, And love unite our hearts in one; Let all we have and are combine To forward objects so divine. 550L. M. Hour of prayer. Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer, That calls me from a world of care, And bids me at my Father’s throne, Make all my wants and wishes known! In seasons of distress and grief, My soul has often found relief, And oft escaped the tempter’s snare, By thy return, sweet hour of prayer. 2 Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer! The joy I feel, the bliss I share, Of those whose anxious spirits burn With strong desires for thy return. With such I hasten to the place Where God my Saviour shows his face, And gladly take my station there, And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer. 3 Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer! Thy wings shall my petition bear To him whose truth and faithfulness Engage the waiting soul to bless; And since he bids me seek his face, Believe his word and trust his grace, I’ll cast on him my every care, And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer. 551L. M. Isaiah 57:15. Jesus, where’er thy people meet, There they behold thy mercy-seat; Where’er they seek thee, thou art found; And every place is hallowed ground. 2 For thou, within no walls confined, Inhabitest the humble mind; Such ever bring thee where they come, And, going, take thee to their home. 3 Dear Shepherd of thy chosen few, Thy former mercies here renew; Here to our waiting hearts proclaim The sweetness of thy saving name. 4 Here may we prove the power of prayer To strengthen faith and banish care; To teach our faint desires to rise, And bring all heaven before our eyes. 552L. M. There am I. Where two or three, with sweet accord, Obedient to their sovereign Lord, Meet to recount his acts of grace, And offer solemn prayer and praise; 2 “There,” says the Saviour, “will I be, Amid the little company; To them unvail my smiling face, And shed my glories round the place.” 3 We meet at thy command, O Lord, Relying on thy faithful word; Be present in each waiting heart, And strength and heavenly peace impart. 553L. M. No other friend can I desire. My precious Lord, for thy dear name I bear the cross, despise the shame; Nor do I faint while thou art near; I lean on thee, how can I fear? 2 No other name but thine is given To cheer my soul in earth or heaven; No other wealth will I require: No other friend can I desire. 3 Yea, into nothing would I fall For thee alone, my All in All; To feel thy love, my only joy; To tell thy love, my sole employ. 554L. M. Christ, all in all. O thou pure light of souls that love, True joy of every human breast, Sower of life’s immortal seed, Our Saviour and Redeemer blest! 2 Be thou our guide, be thou our goal; Be thou our pathway to the skies; Our joy when sorrow fills the soul; In death our everlasting prize. 555L. M. The tranquil hour. Thou, Saviour, from thy throne on high, Enrobed with light, and girt with power, Dost note the thought, the prayer, the sigh, Of hearts that love the tranquil hour. 2 Oft thou thyself didst steal away, At eventide, from labor done, In some still peaceful shade to pray, Till morning watches were begun. 3 Thou hast not, dearest Lord, forgot Thy wrestlings on Judea’s hills; And still thou lovest the quiet spot Where praise the lowly spirit fills. 4 Now to our souls, withdrawn awhile From earth’s rude noise, thy face reveal, And, as we worship, kindly smile, And for thine own our spirits seal. 5 To thee we bring each grief and care, To thee we fly while tempests lower; Thou wilt the weary burdens bear Of hearts that love the tranquil hour. 556L. M. Exhortation to prayer. What various hindrances we meet In coming to a mercy-seat! Yet who, that knows the worth of prayer, But wishes to be often there? 2 Prayer makes the darkened clouds withdraw; Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw, Gives exercise to faith and love, Brings every blessing from above. 3 Restraining prayer, we cease to fight; Prayer makes the Christian’s armor bright; And Satan trembles, when he sees The weakest saint upon his knees. 4 Have you no words? Ah, think again; Words flow apace when we complain, And fill a fellow-creature’s ear With the sad tale of all our care. 5 Were half the breath thus vainly spent, To heaven in supplication sent, Our cheerful song would oftener be, “Hear what the Lord has done for me!” 557L. M. They that believe do enter into rest. My only Saviour! when I feel O’erwhelmed in spirit, faint, oppressed, ’Tis sweet to tell thee, while I kneel Low at thy feet, thou art my rest. 2 I’m weary of the strife within; Strong powers against my soul contest; O, let me turn from self and sin, To thy dear cross, for there is rest! 3 O! sweet will be the welcome day, When from her toils and woes released, My parting soul in death shall say, “Now, Lord! I come to thee for rest.” 558C. M. Prayer for contentment. Father, whate’er of earthly bliss Thy sovereign will denies, Accepted at thy throne of grace, Let this petition rise: 2 Give me a calm, a thankful heart, From every murmur free; The blessings of thy grace impart, And make me live to thee. 3 Let the sweet hope that thou art mine, My life, and death attend; Thy presence through my journey shine, And crown my journey’s end. 559C. M. Tempest-tossed. O Jesus, Saviour of the lost, My Rock and Hiding-place, By storms of sin and sorrow tost, I seek thy sheltering grace. 2 Guilty, forgive me, Lord! I cry; Pursued by foes, I come; A sinner, save me, or I die; An outcast, take me home. 3 Once safe in thine almighty arms, Let storms come on amain; There danger never, never harms; There death itself is gain. 4 And when I stand before thy throne And all thy glory see, Still be my righteousness alone To hide myself in thee. 560C. M. Thy will be done. How sweet to be allowed to pray To God, the Holy One; With filial love and trust to say, “O God, thy will be done.” 2 We in these sacred words can find A cure for every ill; They calm and soothe the troubled mind, And bid all care be still. 3 O let that Will which gave me breath, And an immortal soul, In joy or grief, in life or death, My every wish control. 4 O, could my heart thus ever pray, Thus imitate thy Son! Teach me, O God, with truth to say, Thy will, not mine, be done. 561C. M. Sanctify the Lord God in your hearts. While thee I seek, protecting Power, Be my vain wishes stilled; And may this consecrated hour With better hopes be filled. 2 Thy love the power of thought bestowed; To thee my thoughts would soar; Thy mercy o’er my life has flowed; That mercy I adore. 3 In each event of life, how clear Thy ruling hand I see! Each blessing to my soul more dear, Because conferred by thee. 4 In every joy that crowns my days, In every pain I bear, My heart shall find delight in praise, Or seek relief in prayer. 5 When gladness wings my favored hour, Thy love my thoughts shall fill; Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower, My soul shall meet thy will. 6 My lifted eye, without a tear, The gathering storm shall see; My steadfast heart shall banish fear; That heart shall rest on thee. 562C. M. Retirement and meditation. I love to steal awhile away From every cumbering care, And spend the hours of setting day In humble, grateful prayer. 2 I love in solitude to shed The penitential tear; And all his promises to plead, Where none but God can hear. 3 I love to think on mercies past, And future good implore, And all my cares and sorrows cast On him whom I adore. 4 I love, by faith, to take a view Of brighter scenes in heaven; The prospect doth my strength renew, While here by tempests driven. 5 Thus, when life’s toilsome day is o’er, May its departing ray Be calm as this impressive hour, And lead to endless day. 563C. M. My Saviour died for me. Thou art my hiding-place, O Lord, In thee I fix my trust, Encouraged by thy holy word, A feeble child of dust. 2 I have no argument beside, I urge no other plea, And ’tis enough—the Saviour died, The Saviour died for me. 3 When storms of fierce temptation beat, And furious foes assail, My refuge is the mercy-seat, My hope within the vail. 4 From strife of tongues and bitter words, My spirit flies to thee; Joy to my heart the thought affords— My Saviour died for me. 5 And when thy awful voice commands This body to decay, And life, in its last lingering sands, Is ebbing fast away— 6 Then, though it be in accents weak, My voice shall call on thee, And ask for strength in death to speak— “My Saviour died for me.” 564C. M. Let us draw near. Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat, Where Jesus answers prayer; There humbly fall before his feet, For none can perish there. 2 Thy promise is my only plea, With this I venture nigh; Thou callest burdened souls to thee, And such, O Lord, am I. 3 Bowed down beneath a load of sin, By Satan sorely pressed, By war without, and fear within, I come to thee for rest. 4 Be thou my shield and hiding-place; That, sheltered near thy side, I may my fierce accuser face, And tell him, “Thou hast died.” 5 O, wondrous love, to bleed and die, To bear the cross and shame, That guilty sinners, such as I, Might plead thy gracious name! 565C. M. Prayer. Prayer is the soul’s sincere desire, Unuttered or expressed; The motion of a hidden fire That trembles in the breast. 2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear; The upward glancing of an eye When none but God is near. 3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try; Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high. 4 Prayer is the contrite sinner’s voice, Returning from his ways, While angels in their songs rejoice, And say—“Behold he prays.” 5 Prayer is the Christian’s vital breath, The Christian’s native air, His watchword at the gate of death; He enters heaven with prayer. 566C. M. Filled with all the fullness of God. O Lord, I would delight in thee, And on thy care depend; To thee in every trouble flee, My best, my only Friend. 2 When all created streams are dried, Thy fullness is the same; May I with this be satisfied, And glory in thy name! 3 No good in creatures can be found, But what is found in thee: I must have all things and abound While God is God to me. 4 O that I had a stronger faith, To look within the vail— To credit what my Saviour saith, Whose word can never fail. 5 He who has made my heaven secure, Will here all good provide: While Christ is rich, can I be poor? What can I want beside? 6 O Lord, I cast my care on thee; I triumph and adore: Henceforth my great concern shall be To love and please thee more. 567S. M. Ask and it shall be given you. Jesus, my strength, my hope, On thee I cast my care, With humble confidence look up, And know thou hearest my prayer. 2 Give me on thee to wait Till I can all things do; On thee, almighty to create, Almighty to renew. 3 I want a sober mind, A self-renouncing will, That tramples down, and casts behind, The baits of pleasing ill; 4 A soul inured to pain, To hardships, grief, and loss; Bold to take up, firm to sustain The consecrated cross; 5 I want a godly fear, A quick-discerning eye, That looks to thee when sin is near, And sees the tempter fly; 6 A spirit still prepared, And armed with jealous care, For ever standing on its guard, And watching unto prayer. 568S. M. D. Opening prayer meeting. It is the hour of prayer: Draw near and bend the knee, And fill the calm and holy air With voice of melody! O’erwearied with the heat And burden of the day, Now let us rest our wandering feet, And gather here to pray. 2 O, blessÉd is the hour That lifts our hearts on high! Like sunlight when the tempests lower, Prayer to the soul is nigh; Though dark may be our lot, Our eyes be dim with care, These saddening thoughts shall trouble not This holy hour of prayer. 569C. H. M. Come, let us pray. Come, let us pray; ’tis sweet to feel That God himself is near; That while we at his footstool kneel, His mercy deigns to hear: Though sorrows cloud life’s dreary way, This is our solace—let us pray. 2 Come, let us pray: the burning brow, The heart oppressed with care, And all the woes that throng us now, Will be relieved by prayer: Jesus will smile our griefs away; O, glorious thought!—come! let us pray. 3 Come, let us pray: the mercy-seat Invites the fervent prayer, And Jesus ready stands to greet The contrite spirit there: O, loiter not, nor longer stay From him who loves us; let us pray. 570S. M. Invitation to prayer. Come to the house of prayer, O thou afflicted, come; The God of peace shall meet thee there; He makes that house his home. 2 Come to the house of praise, Ye who are happy now; In sweet accord your voices raise, In kindred homage bow. 3 Ye agÉd, hither come, For you have felt his love; Soon shall your trembling tongues be dumb, Your lips forget to move. 4 Ye young, before his throne Come, bow; your voices raise; Let not your hearts his praise disown Who gives the power to praise. 5 Thou, whose benignant eye In mercy looks on all— Who seest the tear of misery, And hearest the mourner’s call— 6 Up to thy dwelling-place Bear our frail spirits on, Till they outstrip time’s tardy pace, And heaven on earth be won. 5717s, 6 lines. Heavenly places. If ’tis sweet to mingle where Christians meet for social prayer; If ’tis sweet with them to raise Songs of holy joy and praise— Passing sweet that state must be, Where they meet eternally. 2 Saviour, may these meetings prove Antepasts to that above; While we worship in this place, May we go from grace to grace, Till we each, in his degree, Fit for endless glory be. 5727s. Deliver us from evil. Heavenly Father! to whose eye Future things unfolded lie; Through the desert when I stray Let thy counsels guide my way. 2 Lord! uphold me day by day; Shed a light upon my way; Guide me through perplexing snares, Care for me in all my cares. 3 Should thy wisdom, Lord, decree Trials long and sharp for me, Pain, or sorrow, care or shame— Father! glorify thy name. 4 Let me neither faint nor fear, Feeling still that thou art near; In the course my Saviour trod, Tending home to thee, my God. 5737s. God is present everywhere. They who seek the throne of grace Find that throne in every place; If we live a life of prayer, God is present everywhere. 2 In our sickness and our health, In our want, or in our wealth, If we look to God in prayer, God is present everywhere. 3 When our earthly comforts fail, When the woes of life prevail, ’Tis the time for earnest prayer; God is present everywhere. 4 Then, my soul, in every strait, To thy Father come, and wait; He will answer every prayer; God is present everywhere. 5747s. Lift the heart, and bend the knee. Child, amid the flowers at play, While the red light fades away; Mother, with thine earnest eye Ever following silently; 2 Father, by the breeze of eve, Called thy daily toil to leave; Pray! ere yet the dark hours be, Lift the heart, and bend the knee! 3 Traveler in the stranger’s land, Far from thine own household band; Mourner, haunted by the tone Of a voice from this world gone; 4 Captive, in whose narrow cell Sunshine hath not leave to dwell; Sailor, on the darkening sea, Lift the heart, and bend the knee! 5 Ye that triumph, ye that sigh, Kindred by one holy tie, Heaven’s first star alike ye see; Lift the heart, and bend the knee! 5757s. Lead me, O Lord. Shepherd of thy little flock, Lead me to the shadowing rock, Where the richest pasture grows; Where the living water flows; 2 By that pure and silent stream, Sheltered from the scorching beam; Shepherd, Saviour, Guardian, Guide, Keep me ever near thy side. 5767s, 6 lines. Draw near with a true heart. Holy Lord, our hearts prepare For the solemn work of prayer; Grant that while we bend the knee, All our thoughts may turn to thee; Let thy presence here be found, Breathing peace and joy around. 2 Lord, when we approach thy throne, Make thy power and glory known: Thus may we be taught to call Humbly on the Lord of all, And with reverence and fear, At thy footstool to appear. 3 Teach us, as we breathe our woes, On thy promise to repose; All thy tender love to trace In the Saviour’s work of grace; And with confidence depend On a gracious God and Friend. 5777s. The Lord make his face shine upon thee. Stealing from the world away, We are come to seek thy face; Kindly meet us, Lord, we pray, Grant us thy reviving grace. 2 Yonder stars that gild the sky, Shine but with a borrowed light: We, unless thy light be nigh, Wander, wrapt in gloomy night. 3 Sun of Righteousness! dispel All our darkness, doubts and fears; May thy light within us dwell, Till eternal day appears. 5787s, double. Hear us when to thee we cry. Saviour, when in dust to thee Low we bow th’ adoring knee: When repentant, to the skies Scarce we lift our streaming eyes; O, by all thy pains and woe, Suffered once for man below, Bending from thy throne on high, Hear us when to thee we cry. 2 By thy birth and early years, By thy human griefs and fears, By thy fasting and distress In the lonely wilderness; By thy victory in the hour Of the subtle tempter’s power; Jesus look with pitying eye, Hear our humble, earnest cry. 3 By thine hour of dark despair, By thine agony of prayer, By thy purple robe of scorn, By thy wounds, thy crown of thorn, By thy cross, thy pangs and cries, By thy perfect sacrifice; Jesus, look with pitying eye, Listen to our humble cry. 4 By thy deep expiring groan, By thy sealed sepulchral stone, By thy triumph o’er the grave, By thy power from death to save: Dying, risen, ascended, Lord, To thy throne in heaven restored, Bending from thy throne on high, Hear us when to thee we cry. 5797s & 6s. Evening, and morning, etc. Go, when the morning shineth, Go, when the moon is bright, Go, when the eve declineth, Go, in the hush of night; Go with pure mind and feeling, Put earthly thoughts away, And in God’s presence kneeling, Do thou in secret pray. 2 Remember all who love thee, All who are loved by thee; Pray, too, for those who hate thee, If any such there be; Then for thyself, in meekness, A blessing humbly claim; And blend with each petition Thy great Redeemer’s name. 3 Or, if ’tis e’er denied thee In solitude to pray, Should holy thoughts come o’er thee, When friends are round thy way, E’en then, the silent breathing Thy spirit lifts above, Will reach his throne of glory, Where dwells eternal love. 5806s & 5s. After this manner pray ye. Our Father in heaven, We hallow thy name! May thy kingdom holy On earth be the same! O give to us daily, Our portion of bread; It is from thy bounty That all must be fed. 2 Forgive our transgressions, And teach us to know That humble compassion That pardons each foe; Keep us from temptation, From weakness and sin, And thine be the glory For ever—Amen! 5818s & 4s. The hour of prayer. My God! is any hour so sweet, From blush of morn to evening star, As that which calls me to thy feet— The hour of prayer? 2 Blest is the tranquil hour of morn, And blest that hour of solemn eve, When, on the wings of prayer up-borne, The world I leave. 3 Then is my strength by thee renewed; Then are my sins by thee forgiven; Then dost thou cheer my solitude With hopes of heaven. 4 No words can tell what sweet relief There for my every want I find; What strength for warfare, balm for grief, What peace of mind! 5 Hushed is each doubt, gone every fear; My spirit seems in heaven to stay; And e’en the penitential tear Is wiped away. 6 Lord! till I reach that blissful shore, No privilege so dear shall be As thus my inmost soul to pour In prayer to thee. 582C. P. M. Casting all your care upon him. O Lord! how happy should we be, If we could leave our cares to thee, If we from self could rest, And feel at heart that One above, In perfect wisdom, perfect love, Is working for the best. 2 For when we kneel and cast our care Upon our God in humble prayer, With strengthened souls we rise; Sure that our Father, who is nigh To hear the ravens when they cry, Will hear his children’s cries. 3 O! would these restless hearts of ours The lesson learn from birds and flowers, And learn from self to cease; Leave all things to our Father’s will, And in his mercy trusting still, Find in each trial, peace. 58311s. Faint, yet pursuing. Though faint, yet pursuing, we go on our way; The Lord is our Leader, his Word is our stay; Though suffering, and sorrow, and trial, be near, The Lord is our refuge, and whom can we fear? 2 He raiseth the fallen, he cheereth the faint; The weak and oppressed, he will hear their complaint; The way may be weary, and thorny the road, But how can we falter? our help is in God. 3 And to his green pastures our footsteps he leads; His flock in the desert, how kindly he feeds! The lambs in his bosom he tenderly bears, And brings back the wanderers all safe from the snares. 4 Though clouds may surround us, our God is our light; Though storms rage around us, our God is our might; So faint, yet pursuing, still onward we come; The Lord is our Leader, and heaven is our home. 58411s & 10s. For divine strength. Father, in thy mysterious presence kneeling, Fain would our souls feel all thy kindling love, For we are weak, and need some deep revealing Of trust, and strength, and calmness, from above. 2 Lord, we have wandered forth thro’ doubt and sorrow, And thou hast made each step an onward one; And we will ever trust each unknown morrow— Thou wilt sustain us till its work is done. 3 In the heart’s depths, a peace serene and holy Abides, and when pain seems to have her will, Or we despair—O may that peace rise slowly, Stronger than agony, and we be still. 4 Now, Father, now, in thy dear presence kneeling, Our spirits yearn to feel thy kindling love: Now make us strong, we need thy deep revealing Of trust, and strength, and calmness, from above. 58511s. The house of prayer. How honored, how dear, is that sacred abode, Where Christians draw near to their Father and God: ’Mid worldly commotion my wearied soul faints For the house of devotion, the home of thy saints. 2 Thou hearer of prayer, O still grant me a place Where Christians repair to the courts of thy grace, More blest beyond measure one day so employed, Than years of vain pleasure by worldlings enjoyed. 3 Me more would it please keeping post at thy gate, Than lying at ease in the chambers of state; The meanest condition outshines with thy smiles, The pomp of ambition, the world with its wiles. 4 The Lord is a Sun, and the Lord is a Shield: What grace has begun, will with glory be sealed; He hears the distressÉd, he succors the just, And they shall be blessÉd who make him their trust. 58611s & 10s. Come ye disconsolate. Come, ye disconsolate, where’er you languish, Come, at the shrine of God fervently kneel; Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that heaven can not heal. 2 Joy of the desolate, light of the straying, Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure! Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying, Earth has no sorrow that heaven can not cure. 3 Here see the bread of life; see waters flowing Forth from the throne of God, pure from above: Come to the feast of love; come, ever-knowing, Earth has no sorrow but heaven can remove. 587P. M. Hear, Father, hear our prayer. Hear, Father, hear our prayer! Thou who art pity where sorrow prevaileth, Thou who art safety when mortal help faileth, Strength to the feeble and hope to despair, Hear, Father, hear our prayer! 2 Hear, Father, hear our prayer! Wandering alone in the land of the stranger, Be with all travelers in sickness or danger, Guard thou their path, guide their feet from the snare: Hear, Father, hear our prayer! 3 Hear thou the poor that cry! Feed thou the hungry and lighten their sorrow, Grant them the sunshine of hope for the morrow; They are thy children, their trust is on high: Hear thou the poor that cry! 4 Dry thou the mourner’s tear! Heal thou the wounds of time-hallowed affection; Grant to the widow and orphan protection; Be, in their trouble, a friend ever near; Dry thou the mourner’s tear! 5 Hear, Father, hear our prayer! Long hath thy goodness our footsteps attended; Be with the pilgrim whose journey is ended: When at thy summons for death we prepare, Hear, Father, hear our prayer! 58811s & 5. Prayer of the contrite. From the recesses of a lowly spirit, Our humble prayer ascends; O Father! hear it, Upsoaring on the wings of awe and meekness; Forgive its weakness! 2 We see thy hand: it leads us, it supports us; We hear thy voice: it counsels and it courts us: And then we turn away; and still thy kindness Forgives our blindness. 3 O, how long-suffering, Lord! but thou delightest To win with love the wandering; thou invitest, By smiles of mercy, not by frowns or terrors, Man from his errors. 4 Father and Saviour! plant within each bosom The seeds of holiness, and bid them blossom In fragrance and in beauty bright and vernal, And spring eternal. 58911s & 10s. Strengthened with might, etc. Father, to us thy children, humbly kneeling, Conscious of weakness, ignorance, sin and shame, Give such a force of holy thought and feeling, That we may live to glorify thy name; 2 That we may conquer base desire and passion, That we may rise from selfish thought and will, O’ercome the world’s allurement, threat and fashion, Walk humbly, gently, leaning on thee still. 3 Let all thy loving kindness which attends us, Let all thy mercy on our souls be sealed; Lord, if thou wilt, thy saving power can cleanse us; O, speak the word! thy servants shall be healed. 590P. M. Lead thou me on. Shed kindly light amid the encircling gloom, And lead me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home, Lead thou me on! Keep thou my feet: I do not ask to see The distant scene: one step enough for me. 2 I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou Shouldst lead me on! I loved to choose and see my path; but now, Lead thou me on! I loved day’s dazzling light, and spite of fears Pride ruled my will: remember not past years! 3 So long thy power hath blessed me, surely still ’Twill lead me on! Through dreary doubt, through pain and sorrow, till The night is gone! And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since and lost awhile. |
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