3 Death, ere this year shall close, may 5 Help with thy grace, throughout life's day,
Some of our number, marked to fall;
Teachers and scholars, list alike!
The warning is to each, to all.
Our upward and our downward way;
And glorify for us the west,
When we shall sink to final rest.
Slow and gentle, with expression.
Birds and fresh blossoms, in glad reply,
Look up to heaven: then why not I?
Earnestly pray, earnestly pray!
Pray, little children, earnestly pray!
2 Pleasures by day, and rest by night, Beautiful things to sense and sight, Friends who are waiting their love to share :
Pray! He has given us all things fair.
Earnestly pray, &c.
3 Never ungrateful may we prove
Unto that Giver whose name is love;
Never forgetting us morn or night,
Sending bright stars and the waking
light.
1 HE leadeth me! Oh blessed thought!
Oh words with heavenly comfort fraught!
Whate'er I do, where'er I be,
Still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me.
He leadeth me, he leadeth me!
By his own hand he leadeth me;
His faithful follower I would be,
For by his hand he leadeth me.
2 Sometimes 'mid scenes of deepest gloom,
Sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom,
By waters still, o'er troubled sea,
Still 'tis his hand that leadeth me.
He leadeth me, &c.
3 Lord, I would clasp thy hand in mine,
Nor ever murmur nor repine;
Content, whatever lot I see,
Since 'tis my God that leadeth me.
4 And when my task on earth is done, When, by thy grace, the victory's won,
E'en death's cold wave I will not flee,
Since 'tis my God that leadeth me.
He leadeth me,
&c.
1 AMONG the deepest shades of night,
Can there be one who sees my way?
Yes: God is like a shining light,
That turns the darkness into day.
When every eye around me sleeps,
May I not sin without control?
No; for a constant watch he keeps
On every thought of every soul.
2 If I could find some place unknown,
Where human feet had never trod,
Yet there I could not be alone:
On every side there would be God.
If, then, the Lord is always near,
I'll think of him in all I do;
And oh how much I ought to fear,
Since he both sees and loves me too!
The Object of our Creation.
1 WHY have we lips, if not to sing
The praises of our heavenly King?
Why have we hearts, if not to love
Our Father and our Friend above.
We're going home, we're going home,
We're going home, to die no more;
To die no more, to die no more,
We're going home, to die no more.
2 Why were our curious bodies made,
And every part in order laid?
Why, but that each of us might stand,
A living wonder from his hand?
We're going home, &c.
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