KENILWORTH 8s, 7s, 4. C. E. KETTLE Guide me,O Thou great Jehovah, Pil-grim thro' this barren land; I am weak,but Thou art mighty, Hold me with Thy powerful hand: Bread of heav- en, Feed me till I want no more. Guide me, Thou great Jehovah, Pilgrim thro' this barren land; I am weak but Thou art mighty, PRAISE the Rock of our salvation, Laud His name from zone to zone; On that Rock the Church is builded, Christ Himself the Corner-Stone; Vain against our rock-built Zion Winds, and waters, fire and hail; Christ is in her midst; against her Sin and hell shall not prevail. 2 Framed of living stones, cemented By the Spirit's unity, Based on prophets and apostles, Firm in faith, and stayed on Thee, May Thy Church, O Lord incarnate, Grow in grace, in peace, in love; Emblem of the heavenly Zion, The Jerusalem above. 8 Stands four-square that heavenly city; Broad and lofty tower its ramparts; 4 Where Thou reignest, King of glory, Sun by day, nor moon by night: Soon may we those portals enter, When this earthly strife is o'er, There to dwell with saints and angels In Thy presence evermore. Benjamin Webb 1871 |