I LORD of all power and might, 2 Hail, blessed Jubilee ! God shield his word. 3 Onward shall be our course, Despite of fraud or force; God is before : His word ere long shall run 132. I SHEPHERD of tender youth, Guiding in love and truth Through devious ways, Christ our triumphant King, 2 Thou art our holy Lord, Thou didst thyself abase, 3 Ever be thou our guide, 4 So now, and till we die, To Christ our King! while I pray; Take all my guilt away; 0, let me, from this day, Be wholly thine. My coun-try! 't is of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing; Land where my While day shall break and close, While night her crescent shows, O, let thy light repose On these thy hills! Fiat Lur. 6s, 4s. Thou, whose Al- migh-ty word Cha - OS and darkness heard, And took their flight! Hear us, we hum-bly pray, And, where the gospel day Sheds not its glorious ray, Let there be light. 136. I THOU, whose Almighty word Let there be light. 2 Thou, who didst come to bring, On thy redeeming wing, Healing and sight! 3 Descend thou from above, Speed on thy flight! 137. I THE God of harvest praise! Hand, heart, and voice; 2 Yea, bless his holy name, 3 The God of harvest praise! Which falls like sun-shine on the road of those who trust in thee. 138. I WE bless thee for thy peace, O God, Deep as the unfathomed sea, Which falls like sunshine on the road Of those who trust in thee. 2 We ask not, Father, for repose Which comes from outward rest, If we may have through all life's woes Thy peace within our breast. 3 That peace which suffers and is strong, Trusts where it cannot see, Deems not the trial-way too long, But leaves the end with thee. 4 That peace which flows serene and deep, A river in the soul, Whose banks a living verdure keep, God's sunshine o'er the whole. 5 O Father, give our hearts this peace, Siloam. C. M. By cool Si-lo-am's sha-dy rill How fair the lily grows! How sweet the breath, beneath the hill, Of Sha-ron's dewy rose! 139. I By cool Siloam's shady rill How fair the lily grows! How sweet the breath, beneath the hill, 2 Lo! such the child whose early feet 3 By cool Siloam's shady rill The lily must decay; The rose that blooms beneath the hill Must shortly fade away. 4 And soon, too soon, the wintry hour Of man's maturer age Will shake the soul with sorrow's power, 5 O thou, whose infant feet were found 6 Dependent on thy bounteous breath, In childhood, manhood, age and death, To keep us still thine own. |