And know-eth more of all my needs Than all my prayers have told. A-MEN. 1. Fa- ther, whate'er of earth-ly bliss Thy sov' reign will de- nies, 9:4 4 Ac- cept-ed at Thy throne of grace, Let this pe- ti- tion rise: 26 A-MEN. 2 "Give me a calm, a thankful heart, 3 "Let the sweet hope that Thou art mine My life and death attend: Thy presence through my journey shine, And crown my journey's end." 292 HANFORD 8 8 8 4 Arthur Sullivan, 1874 1. My God and Father, while I stray Far from my home in life's rough way, 2 Though dark my path, and sad my lot, 5 If but my fainting heart be blest 3 What though in lonely grief I sigh For friends beloved, no longer nigh, Submissive still would I reply, "Thy will be done." 4 If Thou should'st call me to resign With Thy sweet Spirit for its guest, 6 Renew my will from day to day, 7 Then, when on earth I breathe no more The prayer oft mixed with tears before, I'll sing upon a happier shore, "Thy will be done." Charlotte Elliott, 1835 What ter- ror can con-found me, With God at my right hand? A-MEN. 2 Place on the Lord reliance, My soul, with courage wait; When faint and desolate. His might thy heart shall strengthen, Mercy thy days shall lengthen, The Lord will give thee peace. 294 ADESTE FIDELES (Portuguese Hymn) II II II II Anon., 1751 (?) 2 "Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismayed, I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand, 3 "When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie, And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn, I will not, I will not desert to his foes; That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake, George Keith, 1787 295 ELTON 86886 4 4 Frederick C. Maker, 1887 1. Dear Lord and Fa- ther of man- kind, For give our fever-ish ways! 9:4 4 2 In simple trust like theirs who heard, The gracious calling of the Lord, 3 O Sabbath rest by Galilee! O calm of hills above, Where Jesus knelt to share with thee Interpreted by love! 4 Drop Thy still dews of quietness, Take from our souls the strain and stress, The beauty of Thy peace. 5 Breathe through the pulses of desire Let sense be dumb, let flesh retire; Speak through the earthquake, wind, and fire, John Greenleaf Whittier, 1872 |