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3 Then newer lights shall rise
Our hearts from fear and wrong
With God's own might for ever strong, And calm with God's own peace.
Jesus our Leader.
1 FEEBLE, helpless, how shall I
2 Blessed Father, gracious One,
Thou hast sent thy holy Son;
3 Through this world, uncertain, dim,
4 Thus, in deed, and thought, and word
5 Learn to live in peace and love,
1 THE dove, let loose in Eastern skies,
Returning fondly home,
Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies
But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay,
Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way.
3 So grant me, Lord, from every snare
4 No sin to cloud, no lure to stay,
Trust and Submission.
1 My God, I thank thee! may no thought
2 Thy mercy bids all nature bloom;
3 Full many a throb of grief and pain
4 Thy various messengers employ;
Prayer for Religious Principle.
2 Assist us, Lord! to act, to be,
3 Our moral freedom to maintain,
5 O Father! grace and virtue grant;
For a Christian Spirit.
1 FATHER, I know that all my life
The changes that must surely come
I ask thee for the present mind,
2 I ask thee for a thankful love,
Through constant watching wise,
3 I would not have the restless will,
I would be dealt with as a child,
4 Wherever in the world I am,
I would have fellowship with hearts
A work of holy love to do,
For Him on whom I wait.
"It is good for me to have been afflicted."
1 FOR what shall I praise thee, my God and my King? For what blessings the tribute of gratitude bring?
Shall I praise thee for pleasure, for health, and for
For the spring of delight, and the sunshine of peace?
2 Shall I praise thee for flowers that bloomed on my breast,
For joys in perspective, and pleasures possessed? For the spirits that heightened my day of delight, And the slumbers that sat on my pillow by night?
3 For this should I praise thee; but, if only for this, I should leave half untold the donation of bliss: I thank thee for sickness, for sorrow, for care, For the thorns I have gathered, the anguish I bear;
4 For nights of anxiety, watchings, and tears, A present of pain, a perspective of fears.
I praise thee, I bless thee, my King and my God, For the good and the evil thy hand hath bestowed.
5 The flowers were sweet, but their fragrance is flown,
They yielded no fruits, they are withered and gone; The thorn it was poignant, but precious to me,'T was the message of mercy,—it led me to thee.
For Christian Principles.
1 My God, my strength, my hope,