HE LEADETH ME L. M. With Chorus W. B. Bradbury 4 He leadeth me: O blessed thought, Owords with heav'nly comfort fraught, Whate'er I do, wher Preciousis the blood that heal'd us, Perfect is the grace that sealed us; Strong the hand stretch'd out to shield us, All must be well. MARGUERITE C. M. E. C. Walker There is a safe and secret place Beneath the wings divine, Reserved for all the heirs of grace: O be that refuge mine! Soothe me with holy hymn and psalm, 2 Calm me, my God, and keep me calm; Be like the shade of Elim's palm, Beside her desert spring. 3 Yes, keep me calm, though loud and rude The sounds my ear that greet; Calm in the closet's solitude, Calm in the bustling street; 4 Calm in the hour of buoyant health, Calm in my poverty or wealth, 5 Calm in the sufferance of wrong, Horatius Bonar 1857 FERNSHAW C. M. J. Bocth |