Through each perplexing path of life
Our wandering footsteps guide;
Give us, each day, our daily bread,
And raiment fit provide.
O, spread Thy sheltering wings around,
Till all our wanderings cease,
And at our Father's loved abode
Our souls arrive in peace!
To Thee, our Father and our God,
We our whole souls resign;
And thankful own that all we are,
And all we have, is Thine.
WHEN thirst for power or for gold
Hath led our souls astray;
When, blind, by blinder guides we 're told,
Lo, here thou 'lt find the way';
Look down, O Father! from above;
Set us from error free;
Teach us to serve Thee here in love,
And find our home in Thee.
When faith Thy guidance humbly takes,
And seeks Thy will to do,
Clear light upon our pathway breaks,
The world to guide us through.
Thy spirit send, our souls to keep; .
Thy wisdom make our own;
And, though our way lead through the deep,
We wander not alone.
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!
Hear, Father, hear our prayer!
Wandering alone in the land of the stranger,
Be with all travellers in sickness or danger,
Guard Thou their path, guide their feet from
the snare:
Hear, Father, hear our prayer!
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!
Dry Thou the mourner's tear!
Heal Thou the wounds of time-hallowed affec
Grant to the widow and orphan protection;
Be, in their trouble, a friend ever near;
Dry Thou the mourner's tear!
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!
HEAVENLY Father, God of Love!
Send Thy blessing from above:
Light and life to all impart;
Shine on each believing heart.
Kindly comfort all who mourn;
Into joy their sorrow turn;
Joy which none can take away,
Joy that shall forever stay.
Glorious in Thy sons appear;
Plant Thy heavenly kingdom here,
All Thy kingdom from above,
All the blessedness of love.
Plant in us an humble mind,
Patient, pitiful and kind;
Meek and lowly let us be,
Full of goodness, full of Thee.
Let us in our spirits prove
All the depths of lowly love;
Let us in our lives express
All the heights of holiness.
WITH One consent let all the earth
To God their cheerful voices raise;
Glad homage pay, with hallowed mirth,
And sing before Him songs of praise;
Convinced that He is God alone,
From whom both we and all proceed,
We whom He chooses for His own,
The flock whom He vouchsafes to feed.
O, enter then His temple gate,
Into His courts devoutly press!
And still your grateful hymns repeat,
And still His name with praises bless.
For He is God supremely good;
His mercy is forever sure;
His truth, which always firmly stood,
To endless ages shall endure.
'0, COME, LET US SING UNTO THE LORD."
O, COME, loud anthems let us sing,
Loud thanks to our Almighty King!
For we our voices high should raise,
When our salvation's Rock we praise.
Into His presence let us haste,
To thank Him for His favors past;
To Him address, in joyful songs,
The praise that to His name belongs.
The depths of earth are in His hand,
Her secret wealth at His command;
The strength of hills that threat the skies,
Subjected to His empire lies.
The rolling ocean's vast abyss,
By the same sovereign right, is His;
"T is moved by His almighty hand,
That formed and fixed the solid land.
O, let us to His courts repair,
And bow with adoration there!
With reverent hearts devoutly all
Upon the Lord our Maker call.
O, WORSHIP the King, all-glorious above,
And gratefully sing His wonderful love;
Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of Days,
Pavilioned in splendor, and girded with praise!
His bountiful care what tongue can recite?
It breathes in the air, it shines in the light,
It streams from the hills, it descends on the plain,
And sweetly distils in the dew and the rain.
O Loving and Just! we, feeble and frail,
In Thee put our trust, nor find Thee to fail;
Thy mercies how tender! how firm to the end;
Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend!
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