121. 122. 4 Never weary of well-doing, 5 Meek and lowly, pure and holy, Prayer for Help at all Times. 1 Is there a lone and dreary hour, When worldly pleasures lose their power? 2 Is there a time of racking grief, 3 Is there an hour of peace and joy, 4 The noontide blaze, the midnight scene, "Come to the Ark." 1 COME to the ark, come to the ark, To Jesus come away, The pestilence walks forth by night, L. M. C. M. 2 Come to the ark: the waters rise, While darkness gathers o'er the skies, 3 Come to the ark, all, all that weep 4 Come to the ark, ere yet the flood 123. "I will love thee, O Lord, my strength." 10s & 6s. 124. 1 I LOVE my God, but with no love of mine, I love thee, Lord, but all the love is thine, I am as nothing, and rejoice to be Emptied, and lost, and swallowed up in thee. 2 Thou, Lord, alone art all thy children need, From thee the streams of blessedness proceed, Fountain of life and all-abounding grace, "Faint, yet pursuing." 1 THOUGH faint, yet pursuing, we go on our way, 11s. 2 He raiseth the fallen, he cheereth the faint; The weak and oppressed-he will hear their complaint; The way may be weary, and thorny the road, But how can we falter? our help is in God! 3 And to his green pastures our footsteps he leads; His flock in the desert how kindly he feeds! The lambs in his bosom he tenderly bears, And brings back the wanderers all safe from the snares. 4 Though clouds may surround us, our God is our light; Though storms rage around us, our God is our might; So faint, yet pursuing, still onward we come, The Lord is our Leader, and heaven is our home! 125. "Oh, happy day, that fixed my choice." 2 Oh, happy bond, that seals my vows 3 'Tis done, the great transaction's done; 4 Now, rest, my long-divided heart! 5 High Heaven, that heard the solemn vow, L. M. 126. 127. Till in life's latest hour I bow, And bless in death a bond so dear. Mary. 1 HER eyes are homes of silent prayer, 2 Then one deep love doth supersede 3 All subtle thought, all curious fears, 4 Thrice blest whose lives are faithful prayers, What souls possess themselves so pure, Joy over the Returning Prodigal. 1 HARK! through the courts of heaven He that was dead now lives again, He that was lost is found. 2 God of unfailing grace, Send down thy Spirit now; 3 In countries far from home, P. M. S. M. Back to their Father's house, O Lord, 4 Then at each soul's return, The heavenly harp shall sound; 128. "Renew a right spirit within me.” 1 GREAT Author of my being, I am consumed with care; 2 The grief beyond expressing, 3 In that decisive hour, When pain, with life, shall end, 7s & 6s. |