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8,7,8,7,4,7. GUIDE me, 0 Thou great Jehovah,
Pilgrim thro’ this barren land;
Bread of heaven,
2 Open now the crystal fountain,
Whence the healing streams do flow;
Bid my anxious fears subside ;
Songs of praises
W. Williams. 531
8s, 7s. CALL Jehovah thy salvation,
Rest beneath th' Almighty's shade ;, In His secret habitation
Dwell, and never be dismayed. 2 There no tumult can alarm thee,
Thou shalt dread no hidden snare :
In eternal safeguard there.
3 Since, with pure and firm affection
Thou on God hast set thy love,
He will shield thee from above.
4 Thou shalt call on Him in trouble,
He will hearken, He will save ;
The King of love my Shepherd is,
Whose goodness faileth never :
And He is mine forever.
2 Where streams of living water flow
My ransomed soul He leadeth,
With food celestial feedeth.
3 Perverse and foolish oft I strayed,
But yet in love He sought me,
And home, rejoicing, brought me.
4 In death's dark vale I fear no ill
With Thee, dear Lord, beside me ;
Thy cross before to guide me.
5 Thou spread'st a table in my sight;
Thy unction grace bestoweth ;
From Thy pure chalice floweth ! 6 And so through all the length of days,
Thy goodness faileth never :
Within Thy house for ever.
H. W. Baker.
8s, 7s. 61. LEAD us, heav'nly Father, lead us
O'er the world's tempestuous sea ;
For we have no help but Thee :
If our God our Father be.
2 Saviour, breathe forgiveness o'er us ;
All our weakness Thou dost know;
Thou didst feel its keenest woe ;
Through the desert Thou didst go. 3 Spirit of our God, descending,
Fill our hearts with heavenly joy ;
Pleasure that can never cloy :
8s, 6s. 81. I BOW my forehead to the dust,
I veil mine eyes for shame,
A prayer without a claim.
Nor works my faith to prove ;
And plead his love for love.
2 I dimly guess, from blessings known,
Of greater out of sight :
His judgments too are right.
And if my heart and flesh are weak
To bear an untried pain,
But strengthen and sustain.
Of marvel or surprise,
His mercy underlies.
I wait the muffled oar ;
On ocean or on shore.
Their fronded palms in air ;
Beyond His love and care.
Thy creatures as they be,
J. G. Whittier.
L. M. God is the refuge of His saints,
When storms of sharp distress invade ; Ere we can offer our complaints,
Behold Him present with His aid. 2 Let the mountains from their seats be
hurled Down to the deep, and buried there, Convulsions shake the solid world
Our faith shall never yield to fear. 3 Loud may the troubled ocean roar ;
In sacred peace our souls abide ; While every nation, every shore,
Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide.
4 There is a stream whose gentle flow
Supplies the city of our God, Life, love, and joy, still gliding through,
And watering our divine abode.
5 That sacred stream, Thine Holy word,
Our grief allays, our fear controls; Sweet peace Thy promises afford,
And give new strength to fainting souls.
6 Zion enjoys her monarch's love,
Secure against a threatening hour; Nor can her firm foundation move, Built on His truth, and armed with power.
L. M. FOUNTAIN of grace, rich, full, and free, What need I, that is not in Thee ? Full pardon, strength to meet the day, And peace which none can take away.
2 Doth sickness fill my heart with fear?
'Tis sweet to know that Thou art near ; And I with dread of justice tried ? 'T is sweet to know that Christ hath died.
3 In life, Thy promises of aid
Forbid my heart to be afraid ;
4 O all-sufficient Saviour, be
This all-sufficiency to me;