christian: WARFARE and FAITH UNDER TRIALS.
338 HEBRON. L.M.
I. Thou Lamb of God, thou Prince of peace, For thee my thirst - y soul doth pine;
My long-ing heart im-plores thy grace; O make me in thy like-ness shine.
Meekness and Patience. L. M.
I Thou Lamb of God, thou Prince of peace,
For thee my thirsty soul doth pine;
My longing heart implores thy grace;
O make me in thy likeness shine.
2 When pain o'er my weak flesh prevails,
With lamb-like patience arm my breast;
When grief my wounded soul assails
In lowly meekness may I rest.
3 Close by thy side still may I keep,
Howe'er life's various currents flow;
With steadfast eye mark every step,
And follow thee where'er thou go.
4 Thou, Lord, the dreadful fight hast won;
Alone thou hast the wine-press trod;
In me thy strengthening grace be shown :
O may I conquer through thy blood.
5 So, when on Zion thou shalt stand,
And all heaven's host adore their King,
Shall I be found at thy right hand,
And, free from pain, thy glories sing.
C. F Richter. Tr. by J. Wesley.
339 The Pilgrim's Song. 7s.
[Tune, Pleyel's Hymn, page 85. 7s.]
I Children of the heavenly King,
As we journey let us sing;
Sing our Saviour's worthy praise,
Glorious in his works and ways.
2 We are trav'ling home to God
In the way our fathers trod ;
They are happy now, and we
Soon their happiness shall see.
3 O ye banished seed, be glad!
Christ our Advocate is made:
Us to save, our flesh assumes,
Brother to our souls becomes.
4 Fear not, brethren, joyful stand
On the borders of our land;
Jesus Christ, our Father's Son,
Bids us undismay'd go on.
5 Lord ! obediently we'll go,
Gladly leaving all below :
Only thou our leader be,
And we still will follow thee.
340 With Christ.
[ Tune, Franklin Square, page 160
1 Jesus, one word from thee
Fills my sad soul with peace :
My griefs are like a tossing sea ;
They hear thy voice and cease.
2 Soon as thy pitying face
Shone through my stormy fears,
The storm swept by, nor left a trace,
Save the sweet dew of tears.
3 And when thou call'st me, Lord,
Where thickest dangers be,
Even the waves a path afford;
I walk the waves with thee.
4 With thee within my bark
I'll dare death's threatening tide,
Nor count the passage strange or dark
With Jesus by my side.
5 Dear Lord, thy faithful grace
I know and I adore :
What shall it be to see thy face
In heaven, forevermore !
Hervey D. Ganse.