2 O Love, who ere life's earliest dawn On me Thy choice hast gently laid; O Love, who here as man wast born, And wholly like to us wast made; 3 O Love, who once in time wast slain, 4 O Love, who lovest me for aye, Who for my soul dost ever plead; 5 O Love, who once shalt bid me rise 239 J. Scheffler. Tr. C. Winkworth. L. M. 61. Он, who like Thee, so calm, so bright, 2 O wondrous Lord, our souls would be And learn of Thee, the lowly one, 3 Oh, grant us ever on the road 240 C. M. 81. Он, where is He that trod the sea, 2 Oh, where is He that trod the sea? And mildest words arrest the haste And strong ones heal the weak who waste 3 Oh, where is He that trod the sea, And lepers, whose own flesh has been See with amaze that they are clean, 4 Oh, where is He that trod the sea? 'Tis only He can save; To thousands hungering wearily, A wondrous meal He gave : 'Twas springtide when He blest the bread, And harvest when He brake. 5 Oh, where is He that trod the sea? Let all thy fears be hushed in thee; Be thine thy needs He'll satisfy; 241 THINE arm, O Lord, in days of old C. M. 81. It triumphed o'er disease and death, To Thee they went, the blind, the dumb, The leper with his tainted life, The sick with fevered frame. 2 And lo! Thy touch brought life and health, In crowded street, by restless couch, 3 Though love and might no longer heal By touch, or word, or look; Though they who do Thy work must read Yet come to heal the sick man's soul, 4 Be Thou our great deliverer still, That whole and sick, and weak and strong, 242 E. H. Plumptre. L. M. 61. WE saw Thee not when Thou didst come But we believe Thy foot-steps trod 2 We did not see Thee lifted high Amid that wild and savage crew, 3 We stood not by the empty tomb 4 We did not mark the chosen few, When Thou didst thro' the clouds ascend, First lift to heaven their wondering view, Then to the earth all prostrate bend; Yet we believe that mortal eyes Beheld that journey to the skies. 5 And now that Thou dost reign on high, And thence Thy waiting people bless, No ray of glory from the sky Doth shine upon our wilderness; But we believe Thy faithful Word, And trust in our redeeming Lord. Unknown American Author. Rewritten by H. J. Buckoll. Afterwards rewritten by J. H. Gurney. 243 L. M. 61. O LIGHT, whose beams illumine all That lead our wandering feet astray: 2 O Way, thro' whom our souls draw near To yon eternal home of peace, Where perfect love shall cast out fear, And earth's vain toil and wand'ring cease; In strength or weakness may we see Our heavenward path, O Lord, thro' Thee. 3 0 Truth, before whose shrine we bow, Thou priceless pearl for all who seek, To Thee our earliest strength we vow, Thy love will bless the pure and meek; When dreams or mists beguile our sight, Turn Thou our darkness into light. |