635 3 Through each perplexing path of life 4 Oh spread Thy covering wings around, 5 Such blessings from Thy gracious hand Confession of Faith. PEOPLE of the living God, I have sought the world around, Paths of sin and sorrow trod, Peace and comfort nowhere found. 2 Now to you my spirit turns, 3 Lonely I no longer roam, Like the cloud, the wind, the wave; 75 636 5 Tell me not of gain or loss, Shame, reproach, affliction's hour. 6 "Follow me!"-I know Thy voice! OH, sweetly breathe the lyres above, L. M. When angels touch the quivering string, 2 And sweet on earth the choral swell, From mortal tongues, of gladsome lays, And, grateful, hymn Immanuel's praise. 3 Jesus, Thy name our souls adore; We own the bond that makes us Thine; And carnal joys, that charmed before, For Thy dear sake we now resign. 4 Our hearts, by dying love subdued, 5 In Thee we trust, on Thee rely; Though we are feeble, Thou art strong; Oh, keep us till our spirits fly To join the bright, immortal throng! 637 L. M. OME, ever-blesséd Spirit, come, COME, And make Thy servants' hearts Thy home; Thus consecrated, Lord, to Thee, May each a living temple be. 2 Enrich that temple's holy shrine With sevenfold gifts of grace divine; 3 Arm these, Thy youthful soldiers, Lord, With banner of the cross unfurled, 5 O Trinity in Unity, One only God and Persons Three! In Whom, through Whom, by Whom we live, 6 Oh grant us so to use Thy grace, 638 L. M. HILE in the hours of blooming youth, Thy mercies, with increasing age, 639 640 2 No human power shall e'er control My God, my Strength, my Hope, my Joy, YE E men and angels, witness now! A vow we dare not break: 2 That, long as life itself shall last, 3 We trust not in our native strength, May He, with our returning wants, 4 Oh guide our doubtful feet aright, And while we turn our vows to prayers, PLANTED in Christ, the living Vine, This day, with one accord, Ourselves, with humble faith and joy, 2 Joined in one body may we be: C. M. C. M. 64 I One be our heart, one heavenly hope 3 In prayer, in effort, tears, and toils, 4 Then, when among the saints in light Shall anthems of immortal praise, OP C. M. PPRESSED with noon-day's scorching heat, Beneath its shelter take my seat: No shade like this for me! 2 Beneath that cross clear waters burst, And there I quench my desert thirst: 3 A stranger here, I pitch my tent 4 For burdened ones a resting-place 642 I here cast off my weariness: LORD, I am Thine, entirely Thine, Purchased and saved by blood divine; With full consent Thine I would be, And own Thy sovereign right in me. L. M |