4 O Life, the well that ever flows
To slake the thirst of those that faint,
Thy power to bless what seraph knows?
Thy joy supreme what words can paint?
In earth's last hour of fleeting breath
Be Thou our conqueror over death.
5 O Light, O Way, O Truth, O Life,
O Jesus, born mankind to save,
Give Thou Thy peace in deadliest strife,
Shed Thou Thy calm on stormiest wave;
Be Thou our hope, our joy, our dread,
Lord of the living and the dead.
E. H. Plumptre.
FIERCE was the wild billow,
Dark was the night,
Oars labored heavily,
Foam glimmered white;
Trembled the mariners,
Peril was nigh;
Then said the God of God,
66 Peace! It is I!"
2 Ridge of the mountain-wave,
Lower thy crest;
Wail of the stormy wind,
Be thou at rest;
Peril there none can be,
Sorrow must fly,
Where saith the Light of Light,
66 Peace! It is I!"
3 Jesus, deliverer,
Come Thou to me;
Soothe Thou my voyaging
Over life's sea.
Thou, when the storm of death
Roars, sweeping by,
Whisper, O Truth of Truth,
66 Peace! It is I!"
JESUS, Thy name I love,
All other names above,
Jesus, my Lord!
Oh, Thou art all to me;
Nothing to please I see,
Nothing apart from Thee,
Jesus, my Lord!
2 Thou, blessèd son of God,
Hast bought me with Thy blood,
Jesus, my Lord!
How mighty is Thy love,
All other loves above,
Love that I daily prove,
Jesus, my Lord!
3 When unto Thee I flee,
Thou wilt my refuge be,
Jesus, my Lord!
What need I now to fear,
What earthly grief or care,
Since Thou art ever near?
Jesus, my Lord!
4 Soon Thou wilt come again!
I shall be happy then,
Jesus, my Lord!
Then Thine own face I'll see,
Then I shall like Thee be,
Then evermore with Thee,
Jesus, my Lord!
AS OFT, with worn and weary feet,
We tread earth's rugged valley o'er,
The thought how comforting and sweet,
Christ trod this very path before!
Our wants and weaknesses He knows,
From life's first dawning to its close.
2 Does sickness, feebleness, or pain
Or sorrow in our path appear?
The recollection will remain,
More deeply did He suffer here:
His life, how truly sad and brief,
Filled up with suffering and with grief.
3 If Satan tempt our hearts to stray
And whisper evil things within,
So did he, in the desert way,
Assail our Lord with thoughts of sin,
When worn and in a feeble hour
The tempter came with all his power.
4 Just such as I, this earth He trod,
With every human ill but sin;
And though indeed the very God,
As I am now so He has been.
My God, my Saviour, look on me
With pity, love, and sympathy.
GRACE, 'tis a charming sound,
Harmonious to mine ear;
Heav'n with the echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear.
2 Grace first contrived the way
To save rebellious man,
And all the steps that grace display
Which drew the wondrous plan.
3 Grace taught my wandering feet
To tread the heavenly road,
And new supplies each hour I meet,
While pressing on to God.
4 Grace all the work shall crown,
Through everlasting days;
It lays in heaven the topmost stone,
And well deserves the praise.
P. Doddridge.
7s, 6s. With Refrain.
ALL glory, laud, and honor
To Thee, Redeemer, King,
To whom the lips of children
Made sweet hosannas ring.
2 Thou art the King of Israel,
Thou David's royal Son,
Who in the Lord's name comest,
The King and blessed one.
All glory, laud, and honor
To Thee, Redeemer, King,
To whom the lips of children
Made sweet hosannas ring.
3 The company of angels
Are praising Thee on high;
And mortal, men, and all things
Created, make reply.
4 The people of the Hebrews
With palms before Thee went:
Our praise and prayers and anthems
Before Thee we present.
5 To Thee, before Thy passion,
They sang their hymns of praise ;
To Thee, now high exalted,
Our melody we raise.
All glory, etc.
6 Thou didst accept their praises;
Accept the prayers we bring,
Who in all good delightest,
Thou good and gracious King.
All glory, etc.
Theodulph. Tr. J. M. Neale.
RIDE on, ride on in majesty ;
Hark! all the tribes hosanna cry;
O Saviour meek, pursue Thy road
With palms and scatter'd garments strow'd.
2 Ride on, ride on in majesty,
In lowly pomp ride on to die :
O Christ, Thy triumphs now begin
O'er captive death and conquered sin.
3 Ride on, ride on in majesty :
The winged squadrons of the sky
Look down with sad and wondering eyes
To see th' approaching sacrifice.
4 Ride on, ride on in majesty :
Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh;
The Father, on His sapphire throne,
Expects His own anointed Son.
5 Ride on, ride on in majesty,
In lowly pomp ride on to die;
Bow Thy meek head to mortal pain,
Then take, O God, Thy power, and reign.
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