4 Be Thou our great deliverer still,
Thou Lord of life and death,
Restore and quicken, soothe and bless
With Thine almighty breath.
To hands that work and eyes that see,
Give wisdom's heavenly lore,
That whole and sick, and weak and strong,
May praise Thee evermore.
HOU to Whom the sick and dying
Ever came, nor came in vain,
Still with healing words replying
To the wearied cry of pain;
Hear us, Jesus, as we meet,
Suppliants at Thy mercy seat.
2 Every care, and every sorrow,
Be it great, or be it small,
Yesterday, to-day, to-morrow,
When, where'er, it may befall,
Lay we humbly at Thy feet,
Suppliants at Thy mercy seat.
3 Still the weary, sick, and dying
Need a brother's, sister's care;
On Thy higher help relying
May we now their burden share,
Bringing all our offerings meet,
Suppliants at Thy mercy seat.
4 May each child of Thine be willing,
Willing both in hand and heart,
All the law of love fulfilling,
Ever comfort to impart;
Ever bringing offerings meet,
Suppliant to Thy mercy seat.
5 So may sickness, sin, and sadness,
To Thy healing virtue yield,
Till the sick and sad, in gladness,
Rescued, ransomed, cleansed, healed,
One in Thee together meet,
Pardoned at Thy judgment seat.
GOD of mercy! hearken now:
Before Thy throne we humbly bow;
With heart and voice to Thee we cry
For all on earth who suffering lie.
2 We seek Thee where Thou dwell'st on high, Beyond the glittering, starry sky:
We find Thee where Thou dwell'st below
Beside the beds of want and woe.
3 Be ours the hearts and hands to bless
The sorrowing sons of wretchedness;
Send Thou the help we cannot give;
Bid dying souls arise and live.
4 Oh, let the healing waters spring,
Touched by Thy pitying angel's wing;
With quickening power new strength impart
To palsied will, to withered heart.
5 Where poverty in pain must lie,
Where little suffering children cry,
Bid us haste forth as called by Thee,
And in Thy poor, Thyself to see.
6 Be Thou, O God eternal, blest,
Thy holy Name on earth confest!
Echo Thy praise from every shore
Forever and for evermore.
THOU, Who madest land and sea,
And guidest all, in all their ways,
Who hearest those who bring to Thee
Their sacrifice of prayer and praise;
Oh, hear Thy children as they bring
Themselves a lowly offering!
2 Great God, Who with a Father's love
Dost watch o'er all created things,
And gatherest all, below, above,
Beneath the shadow of Thy wings;
Protect, we pray Thee, now, and bless
Thy children who are fatherless.
3 Thou hearest still the eagle's cry,
And notest e'en a sparrow's fall,
Thy listening ear doth heed on high,
And hearken to the raven's call;
Then, heavenly Father, hear and bless
Thy children who are fatherless.
4 Come, heavenly Father, come to-day,
For we Thy children come to Thee,
And Thou wilt never say us, nay,
If come we in humility;
New-born in Thee, O Father, bless
Thy children who are fatherless.
5 Cast forth upon the barren strand
Of this lone world, to Thee we fly;
In faith and hope, we fain would stand
Beneath Thy sheltering arm for aye;
Stretch forth Thy hand, and pitying bless
Thy children who are fatherless.
6 And may we all with joyful mind
Our hearts as living offerings bring,
The first-fruits of our life, to find
A Father in our heavenly King;
And learn in life and death to bless
Thee, "Father of the fatherless."
HOU Who with dying lips
Thy mother didst commend
Unto the tender care
Of Thy beloved friend;
Thou Who by Lazarus' grave
In human grief didst groan,
Turn, Lord, Thine eyes on those
Left in the world alone.
2 Thou Who didst call Thy Twelve
Their home and friends to leave,
And in Thy kingdom all,
Yea, more than all, receive,
To those bereft of all,
Thy pitying love extend,
And let them find in Thee
Father, and home, and friend.
3 Thou Who didst say of old,
"Thine orphans lend to Me;
Unto the fatherless
I will a Father be,"
Thy promises are sure;
Help us to trust Thee still;
To those who need Thee sore,
That faithful word fulfill.
4 Thou Who in Thy still rest
Our dear ones safe dost keep;
Thou Who shalt bring them back
One day from their long sleep,
Oh, keep us by Thy grace,
That we at last may be,
When that bright morning dawns,
At home with them and Thee.
LORD, our strength in weakness,
We pray to Thee for grace;
For power to fight the battle,
For speed to run the race;
When Thy baptismal waters
Were poured upon our brow,
We then were made Thy children,
And pledged our earliest vow;
2 We then were sealed and hallowed
By Thy life-giving word;
Were made the Spirit's temples,
And members of the Lord;
With His own blood He bought us,
And made the purchase sure;
His are we may He keep us
Sober, and chaste, and pure.
3 Conformed to His own likeness
May we so live and die,
That in the grave our bodies
In holy peace may lie;
And at the resurrection
Forth from those graves may spring,
Like to the glorious body
Of Christ, our Lord and King.
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