m 7 Defend from the quick lightning's stroke,
And from the iceberg's crushing shock;
Take thou the helm, and surely guide
The wanderer o'er the wayward tide.
Keep by thy mighty hand, O keep
The dwellers on the homeless deep!

m 8 Good Pilot of the awful main,

Let us not plead thy love in vain; mp Jesus, draw near with kindly aid, Say, 'It is I, be not afraid.'

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Keep by thy mighty hand, O keep
The dwellers on the homeless deep!

mf 1 LORD of the harvest, once again

We thank thee for the ripened grain,
For crops safe carried, sent to cheer
Thy servants through another year,
For all sweet, holy thoughts supplied
By seed-time and by harvest-tide.

m 2 The bare dead grain, in autumn sown, Its robe of vernal green puts on; mf Glad from its wintry grave it springs, Fresh garnished by the King of kings; So, Lord, to those who sleep in thee, Shall new and glorious bodies be.

m 3 Nor vainly of thy Word we ask
A lesson from the reaper's task:
So shall thine angels issue forth;
The tares be burnt; the just of earth,

Playthings of sun and storm no more,
Be gathered to their Father's store.

4 Daily, O Lord, our prayer is said,
As thou hast taught, for daily bread;
But not alone our bodies feed,
Supply our fainting spirits' need;
c O Bread of Life, from day to day,
Be thou our comfort, food, and stay.

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mp 1 WEARY of wandering from my God, And now made willing to return,

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I hear, and bow me to the rod;

For him, not without hope, I mourn; I have an Advocate above,

A Friend before the throne of love.

p 2 O Jesus, full of pardoning grace, More full of grace than I of sin, mp Yet once again I seek thy face;

Open thine arms and take me in,
And freely my backslidings heal,
And love the faithless sinner still.

m 3 Thou know'st the way to bring me back,
My fallen spirit to restore;
O, for thy truth and mercy's sake,
Forgive, and bid me sin no more;
The ruins of my soul repair,
And make my heart a house of

prayer.

4 Ah! give me, Lord, the tender heart That trembles at the approach of sin ;

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A godly fear of sin impart,

Implant, and root it deep within, That I may dread thy gracious power, And never dare offend thee more.

mp 1 WHEN gathering clouds around I view, And days are dark and friends are few, On him I lean who, not in vain, Experienced every human pain;

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mf He sees my wants, allays my fears,

And counts and treasures up my tears.

mp 2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray From heavenly wisdom's narrow way, To fly the good I would pursue,

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Or do the sin I would not do,

Still he, who felt temptation's power,
Shall guard me in that dangerous hour.

mp 3 If wounded love my bosom swell,
Deceived by those I prized too well,
He shall his pitying aid bestow
Who felt on earth severer woe,
mp At once betrayed, denied, or fled

By those who shared his daily bread.

? 4 If vexing thoughts within me rise,

And, sore dismayed, my spirit dies, mp Still he, who once vouchsafed to bear The pang of anguish nigh despair, Shall sweetly soothe, shall gently dry, The throbbing heart, the streaming eye.

5 When, sorrowing, o'er some stone I bend,
Which covers what was once a friend,
And from his voice, his hand, his smile,
Divides me for a little while,

Thou, Saviour, mark'st the tears I shed,
For thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead.
m 6 And O, when I have safely passed
Through every conflict but the last,
mp Still, still, unchanging, watch beside
My painful bed, for thou hast died;
mf Then point to realms of cloudless day,
And wipe the latest tear away.

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m 1 O SAVIOUR, bless us ere we go;
Thy word into our minds instil;
And make our lukewarm hearts to glow
With lowly love and fervent will.
Through life's long day and death's
dark night,

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O gentle Jesus, be our light!

p 2 The day is done, its hours have run,
And thou hast taken count of all,—
The scanty triumphs grace hath won,
The broken vow, the frequent fall.
Through life's long day and death's
dark night,

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O gentle Jesus, be our light!

m 3 Grant us, dear Lord, from evil ways.
True absolution and release;

And bless us more than in past days
With purity and inward peace.

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Through life's long day and death's dark night,

O gentle Jesus, be our light!

m 4 Do more than pardon: give us joy, Sweet fear and sober liberty, And loving hearts without alloy, That only long to be like thee. Through life's long day and death's dark night,

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O gentle Jesus, be our light!

m 5 Labour is sweet, for thou hast toiled; And care is light, for thou hast cared; Let not our works with self be soiled, Nor in unsimple ways ensnared. Through life's long day and death's dark night,

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O gentle Jesus, be our light!

mp 6 For all we love, the poor, the sad, The sinful, unto thee we call; O let thy mercy make us glad; Thou art our Jesus and our all. Through life's long day and death's dark night,

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O gentle Jesus, be our light!

m 1 0 GOD, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home!