4 Through thee, who all our sins hast borne, Freely and graciously forgiven, With songs to Zion we return, Contending for our native Heaven; The palace of our glorious King, We find it nearer while we sing.
5 Raised by the breath of Love Divine, We urge our way with strength renewed The Church of the first-born to join, We travel to the mount of God; With joy upon our heads arise, And meet our Captain in the skies.
The Lord my Shepherd is, And He my soul will keep : He knoweth who are His, And watcheth o'er His sheep. Away with every anxious fear: I cannot want while He is near.
His wisdom doth provide The pastures where I feed: Where the still waters glide Along the quiet mead,
He leads my feet: and when I roam, O'ertakes and brings the wanderer home.
He leads Himself the way His faithful flock should take: Them who His voice obey,
His love will ne'er forsake; For He has pledged His holy name ; He who for ever is the same.
Let me but feel Him near, Death's gloomy pass in view, I'll walk without a fear
The shadowy valley through. With rod and staff, my Shepherd's care Will guide my steps, and guard me there.
1 As the good shepherd gently leads His wandering flocks to verdant meads, Where winding rivers, soft and slow, Amidst the flowery landscapes flow;
2 So God, the guardian of my soul, Does all my erring steps control; When, lost in sin's perplexing maze, He brings me back to virtue's ways.
3 Though I should journey through the plains Where death in all its horror reigns; My steadfast heart no ill shall fear, For Thou, O Lord, art with me there.
4 By Thee with peace and plenty blest, My life is one continued feast; Thine ever-watchful providence Is my support and my defence. 5 O bounteous God! my future days Shall be devoted to Thy praise;
And in Thy house Thy sacred name And wondrous grace shall be my theme.
1 Living or dying, Lord, I would be Thine! Oh, what is Life?
Were it not lighted by Thy love divine! I ask not wealth,
Living or dying, Lord, I would be Thine!
Oh, what is Death?
When the poor breath
In parting can the soul to Thee resign! While patient Love
Her trust doth prove
Living or dying, Lord, I would be Thine!
Throughout my days
Be constant praise
Uplift to Thee from out this heart of mine: So shall I be
Brought nearer Thee
Living or dying, Lord, I would be Thine!
10 might the Spirit from above Kindle unearthly fire,
And cause our hearts to glow with love And passionate desire!
2 The pure desire of holy things, Which finds its aliment
In converse with the King of kings; With nought but this content:
3 The germ of sacred joys to come, Dim visions, glimpses bright Of some mysterious nobler home, Ruled by eternal Right:
4 High hopes unseen by carnal eye, But inly known to those Who sigh and pant for purity, And upon God repose!
5 To us Thy likeness, Lord, be given! Thy likeness better is
Than life itself: for Thou art heaven: We ask no grace but this.
1 At every motion of our breath, Life trembles on the brink of death, A taper's flame that upward turns, While downward to the dust it burns.
2 A moment ushered us to birth, Heirs of the commonwealth of earth; Moment by moment years are past, And one, ere long, will be our last.
3 Time past and time to come are not; Time present is our only lot;
O God! henceforth our hearts incline To seek no other love than Thine.
1 O God, most merciful and just, Shall we not put in Thee our trust, Whom, though Thou art the Lord of all, Our Heavenly Father we may call! 2 All times, and every where, Thine eye Looks down upon us from the sky; Could we look up, by light divine, Ours might be ever fixed on Thine. 3 While every word we speak, Thine ear Through all creation's sounds can hear, By ours, if opened to Thy Word,
Thy voice from heaven would here be heard.
4 Moment on moment, breath by breath, Our pilgrim life draws nearer death: Each breath, each moment, make us be More meet for immortality.
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