UIDE me, O thou great Jehovah,
Pilgrim through this barren land,
I am weak, but thou art mighty;
Hold me with thy powerful hand.
2 Open now the crystal fountains
Whence the living waters flow;
Let the fiery, cloudy pillar
Lead me all my journey through.
3 Feed me with the heavenly manna
In this barren wilderness;
Be my sword, and shield, and banner,
Be the Lord my Righteousness.
4 When I tread the verge of Jordan,
Bid my anxious fears subside;
Death of death, and hell's destruction,
Land me safe on Canaan's side.
Welsh; William Williams, 1745; Tr. Peter Williams, 1772; alt. John Keble, 1857
Also the following
118 My soul, be on thy guard
247 Lead us, heavenly Father, lead us 248 Lead us, O Father, in the paths of peace 354 Saviour, teach me, day by day
372 My God, accept my heart this day
DAY of rest and gladness,
O day of joy and light,
O balm of care and sadness,
Most beautiful, most bright;
On thee the high and lowly,
Through ages joined in tune,
Sing, Holy, Holy, Holy,
To the great God Triune. 2 On thee, at the creation,
The light first had its birth;
On thee for our salvation
Christ rose from depths of earth;
On thee our Lord victorious
The Spirit sent from heaven,
And thus on thee most glorious
A triple light was given.
3 Thou art a port protected
From storms that round us rise;
A garden intersected
With streams of Paradise;
Thou art a cooling fountain
In life's dry, dreary sand;
From thee, like Pisgah's mountain,
We view our promised land.
4 To-day on weary nations
The heavenly manna falls;
To holy convocations
The silver trumpet calls,
Where Gospel-light is glowing
With pure and radiant beams,
And living water flowing
With soul-refreshing streams.
5 New graces ever gaining
From this our day of rest,
We reach the rest remaining
To spirits of the blest.
To Holy Ghost be praises,
To Father, and to Son;
The Church her voice upraises
To thee, blest Three in One.
Christopher Wordsworth, 1862
WEET is the work, my God, my King,
To praise thy Name, give thanks and
sing;
To show thy love by morning light,
And talk of all thy truth at night.
2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest;
No mortal cares shall seize my breast;
O may my heart in tune be found,
Like David's harp of solemn sound.
3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord,
And bless his works, and bless his word;
Thy works of grace, how bright they shine!
How deep thy counsels, how divine!
4 Then shall I see, and hear, and know
All I desired or wished below;
And every power find sweet employ
In that eternal world of joy.
Isaac Watts, 1719; Psalm 92
HIS is the day of light:
Let there be light to-day;
0 Day-spring, rise upon our night, And chase its gloom away.
2 This is the day of rest:
Our failing strength renew;
On weary brain and troubled breast
Shed thou thy freshening dew.
3 This is the day of peace:
Thy peace our spirits fill;
Bid thou the blasts of discord cease,
The waves of strife be still.
4 This is the day of prayer:
Let earth to heaven draw near;
Lift up our hearts to seek thee there,
Come down to meet us here.
5 This is the first of days:
Send forth thy quickening breath, And wake dead souls to love and praise, O Vanquisher of death! Amen.
AFELY through another week
God has brought us on our way;
Let us now a blessing seek,
Waiting in his courts to-day; Day of all the week the best, Emblem of eternal rest.
2 While we seek for pardoning grace, Through the dear Redeemer's Name, Show thy reconcilèd face,
Take away our sin and shame;
From our worldly cares set free,
May we rest this day in thee.
3 Here we come thy Name to praise;
Let us feel thy presence near;
May thy glory meet our eyes,
While we in thy house appear:
Here afford us, Lord, a taste
Of our everlasting feast. Amen.
N this day, the first of days,
God the Father's Name we praise'
Who, creation's Lord and Spring,
Did the world from darkness bring.
2 On this day the Eternal Son
Over death his triumph won;
On this day the Spirit came
With his gifts of living flame.
3 O that fervent love to-day
May in every heart have sway,
Teaching us to praise aright
God, the Source of life and light.
4 Father, who didst fashion me
Image of thyself to be,
Fill me with thy love divine,
Let my every thought be thine.
5 Holy Jesus, may I be
Dead and buried here with thee;
And, by love inflamed, arise
Unto thee a sacrifice.
6 Thou, who dost all gifts impart,
Shine, blest Spirit, in my heart;
Best of gifts thyself bestow;
Make me burn thy love to know.
7 God, the blessed Three in One,
Dwell within my heart alone;
Thou dost give thyself to me,
May I give myself to thee. Ámen.
Latin; Tr. Henry W. Baker, 1861
SAVIOUR, bless us ere we go;
Thy word into our minds instil,
And make our lukewarm hearts to glow
With lowly love and fervent will.
Through life's long day and death's dark
night,
O gentle Jesus, be our light.
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