MOZART. C.M. MODERN HARP (by perr
3 A faith that shines more bright and clear | 4 No sin to cloud, no lure to stay
2 But high she shoots through air and light, 3 Anoint our eyes with healing gi Above all low delay;
Where nothing earthly bounds her flight,
Nor shadow dims her way.
3 So grant me, Lord, from every snare
Of sinful passion free,
Aloft, through faith's serener air,
To urge my course to thee;
To see, as ne'er before,
Our Father in our brother's fac
Our Maker in his poor.
4 Flood our dark life with golden
Convince, subdue, enthrall:
Then to a mightier yield thy sv
And Love be all in all.
1 O SOURCE of uncreated light,
DRYDEN. 2 No traveller through desert lands,
By whom the worlds were raised from night,
Come, visit every pious mind;
Come, pour thy joys on human kind.
2 Plenteous in grace, descend from high,
Rich in thy matchless energy;
From sin and sorrow set us free,
And make us temples worthy thee.
3 Cleanse and refine our earthly parts,
Inflame and sanctify our hearts,
Our frailties help, our vice control,
Submit the senses to the soul.
4 Thrice holy Fount, thrice holy Fire!
Our hearts with heavenly love inspire;
Make us eternal truths receive;
Aid us to live as we believe.
'Mid scorching suns and burning sands, More eager longs for cooling rain, Or pants the current to obtain.
3 Our longing souls aloud would sing, Spring up, celestial fountain, spring; To a redundant river flow,
And cheer this thirsty land below.
4 May this blest river, near my side, Through all my journey gently glide; Then, in Emanuel's land above, Spread to a sea of joy and love.
1 ETERNAL God, thou Light divine,
Fountain of unexhausted love,
Oh let thy glories on me shine,
In earth beneath, from heaven above!
2 Thou art the weary wanderer's rest;
Give me the easy yoke to bear:
With steadfast patience arm my breast,
With spotless love and lowly fear.
3 Be thou, O Rock of Ages! nigh,
So shall each murmuring thought be gone;
And grief and fear and care shall fly,
As clouds before the mid-day sun.
4 Speak to my warring passions, "Peace;'
Say to my trembling heart, "Be still:
Thy power my strength and fortress is,
For all things serve thy holy will.
1 0 THOU who all things dost control! Chase this dread slumber from my soul; With reverent joy, with loving awe, Give me to keep thy perfect law.
2 Oh let a ray from thy pure light,
Pierce thro' the gathering shades of night;
Touch my cold breast with heavenly fire,
And holy, conquering faith inspire!
1 O LOVE! how cheering is thy ray!
All pain before thy presence flies;
Care, anguish, sorrow, melt away,
Where'er thy healing beams arise:
O Father! nothing may
I see,
And nought desire or seek, but thee!
2 Unwearied may I this pursue,
Undaunted to this prize aspire;
Each hour within my soul renew
This holy flame, this heavenly fire;
And day and night be all my care
To guard the sacred treasure there.
3 Oh that I as a little child
May follow thee, and never rest,
Till sweetly thou hast breathed a mild
And lowly mind into my breast!
Nor ever may we parted be,
Till I become at one with thee!
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