6 Hoping, trusting, lay him down!
Many in the realms above
Look for him with eyes of love,
Wreathing his immortal crown!
1 Father of light, and life, and love,
Thyself to us reveal,
As saints below and saints above
Thy sacred presence feel.
2 Not with the eye of mortal sense,
By angels round the throne,
Or happy souls, departed hence,
Art Thou in glory known.
3 No sun by day, no moon by night,
For this our spirits need;
Who walk by faith, and not by sight,
They feel Thee nigh indeed.
4 Light in Thy light the blind may see,
No more by sin estranged;
Light in the Lord, so let us be,
Into Thine image changed.
5 Since Thou Thyself dost still display Unto the pure in heart;
O make us, children of the day,
To know Thee as Thou art.
6 For Thou art light, and life, and love;
And Thy redeemed below
May see Thee as Thy saints above,
And know Thee as they know.
O God! protector of the lowly,
Of all that trust in Thee;
Without whom nothing strong or holy,
And nothing good can be!
Guide Thou our steps to heavenly glory,
And teach us so to choose,
As not for pleasures transitory
Eternal bliss to lose.
1 O God, the Lord of place and time,
Who orderest all things prudently;
Brightening with beams the opening prime,
And glowing in the mid-day sky:
2 Quench Thou the fires of hate and strife, The wasting fever of the heart;
From perils guard our feeble life,
And to our souls Thy peace impart.
10 Thou from whom all goodness flows!
I lift my soul to Thee:
In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes,
Good Lord! remember me.
2 When on my aching, burdened heart,
My sins lie heavily,
My pardon speak, new peace impart :
In love, remember me.
3 When trials sore obstruct my way,
And ills I cannot flee,
Lord! let my strength be as my day:
For good remember me.
4 When worn with pain, disease, and grief, This feeble body see!
Grant patience, rest, and kind relief:
Hear and remember me.
5 If on my face, for Thy dear name,
Shame and reproach shall be,
All hail reproach, and welcome shame,
If Thou remember me.
6 When in the solemn hour of death,
I wait Thy just decree;
Saviour! with my last parting breath
I'll cry, Remember me.
1 Shew pity, Lord! O Lord, forgive!
Let the repenting sinner live!
Are not Thy mercies large and free?
May not the contrite trust in Thee?
2 No outward forms can make me clean,
Nor wash away the stain within ;
O God! create my heart anew,
And form my spirit pure and true!
3 A broken heart, my God, my King!
Is all the sacrifice I bring:
The God of grace will ne'er despise
A broken heart for sacrifice.
4 I cannot live without Thy light,
Cast out and banished from Thy sight:
Thine holy joys, my God, restore,
And guard me that I fall no more!
1 Jesus, Saviour, sympathise
With thy servant's agonies;
In thy life-time thou hast known
Racking pains that made thee moan —
Pain of body, grief of mind,
Shame and suffering combined.
2 With thy sanctifying hand
Touch me gently, and command
Some soft drops of dewy balm
To be shed with potent charm ;
Comfort was to thee imparted,
Comfort, thou, the broken hearted.
3 Pain! what power within thee lies,
Mystery of mysteries;
That the Holy and the Just,
Even Christ our Saviour, must,
Ere he gain full power to bless,
Taste thee in thy bitterness!
4 Not to us the token thou,
Of an angry Father's brow:
Rather of His willingness
To renew, receive, and bless;
Welcome, then, be thou to me,
In thy sharpest agony.
5 Only, in that solemn hour,
Let me feel, O God of power,
That Thy gentle hand alone
Gives the pain that makes me moan;
High experience let me gain,
Fortitude in suffering pain.
1 While sounds of war are heard around,
And death and ruin strew the ground,
To Thee we look, on Thee we call,
The Parent and the Lord of all!
2 Thou who hast stamped on human kind.
The image of a heaven-born mind,
And in a Father's wide embrace
Hast cherished all the kindred race!
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