304 3 Wash me, and make me thus thine own: My hands, my head, my heart. 4 Th' atonement of thy blood apply, NEUMARCK'S HYMN. Tr. C. Winkworth. A-men. WEIMAR. 98,98; 88. G. Neumarck. IF F thou but suffer God to guide thee, Builds on the rock that naught can move. 2 What can these anxious cares avail thee— 3 God knows full well the hour of gladness A-men. 305 PAUL GERHARD'S HYMM. DOVER. S. M. Tr. J. Wesley. English. I GIVE to the winds thy fears; God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears 2 Through waves, and clouds, and storms, Wait thou his time; so shall this night 3 Still heavy is thy heart? Still sink thy spirits down? Cast off the weight, let fear depart, 4 What, though thou rulest not? Yet heaven, and earth, and hell A-men. LUX BENIGNA. 10,4; 10,4; 10,10. 7. B. Dykes. ITEAD, kindly Light! amid th' encircling gloom, 307 The night is dark, and I am far from home, Keep thou my feet; I do not ask to see 2 I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou I loved to choose and see my path; but now I loved the garish day, and spite of fears, 3 So long thy power has blest me, sure it still O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till And with the morn those angel faces smile FAITH IN DARKNESS. A. M. Toplady. A-men. OLMUTZ. S. M. Gregorian. Arr. Mason. Stronger and brighter shine, Nor present things, nor things to come, 307. CONTINUED. 4 When we in darkness walk, 5 Soon shall our doubts and fears His loving kindness shall break through 6 Blest is the man, O God, That stays himself on thee! Who waits for thy salvation, Lord, Shall thy salvation see. OLMUTZ. A-men. AMES. L. M. Ι I WHEN sins and fears prevailing rise, And fainting hope almost expires, Jesus, to thee I lift my eyes, To thee I breathe my soul's desires. 2 If my immortal Saviour lives, Then my immortal life is sure; 3 Here let my faith unshaken dwell; 1 THROUGH the love of God our Saviour, All will be well: Free and changeless is his favor! Precious is the blood that healed us; 2 Though we pass through tribulation, Ours is such a full salvation, Happy, still in God confiding, 3 We expect a bright to-morrow; Faith can sing through days of sorrow, On our Father's love relying, Jesus every need supplying, Or in living, or in dying, All must be well. D. C. A-men. |