That I from Thee no more may stray, No more from Thee decline. every sin be cru in all. Let Till the naked feet be shod, And the starv - ing fed. A- men. the poor have breathing-space, And the lost are found. 3 By cool Siloam's shady rill The rose that blooms beneath the hill 4 And soon, too soon the wintry hour Of man's maturer age Will shake the soul with sorrow's power, 5 O Thou, whose infant feet were found Whose years with changeless virtue crowned, 6 Dependent on Thy bounteous breath, We seek Thy grace alone, In childhood, manhood, age, and death, Bp. R. Heber. 1827. May they all, Thy Name confessing, Be to Thee for May they be like Joseph, lov - ing, Du ti ful, and chaste, and pure; And their faith, like Da- vid, proving, Steadfast un to death en-dure. A - men. 2 Holy Saviour, Who in meekness 3 Spread Thy golden pinions o'er them, Holy Spirit from above; Guide them, lead them, go before them, May they with Thy presence shine, C. Wordsworth. 1863. |