3 Thou all our works in us hast wrought,
Our good is all divine;
The praise of every virtuous thought
Or righteous work is Thine.
4 From Thee, through Jesus, we receive
The power on Thee to call,
In whom we are, and move and live:
Our God is all in all.
1 AMIDST a world of hopes and fears,
A world of cares, and toils, and tears,
Where foes alarm, and dangers threat,
And pleasures kill, and glories cheat:
2 Send down, O Lord! a heavenly ray,
To guide me in the doubtful way;
And o'er me hold Thy shield of power,
To guard me in the dangerous hour.
3 Teach me the flattering paths to shun,
In which the thoughtless many run,
Who for a shade the substance miss,
And grasp their ruin in their bliss.
4 May never pleasure, wealth, or pride,
Allure my wandering soul aside;
But through this maze of mortal ill,
Safe lead me to Thy heavenly hill.
5 There glories shine, and pleasures roll,
That charm, delight, transport the soul;
And every panting wish shall be
Possest of boundless bliss in Thee.
1 FATHER of lights, Thy needful aid
To us that ask impart;
Mistrustful of ourselves, afraid
Of our own treacherous heart.
2 O'erwhelmed with justest fear, again
To Thee for help we call:
Where many mightier have been slain,
By Thee unsaved, we fall.
3 In spite of our resolves, we fear
Our own infirmity;
And tremble at the trial near,
And cry, O God, to Thee!
4 Our only Help in danger's hour,
Our only Strength Thou art;
Above the world and Satan's power,
And greater than our heart.
5 Us from ourselves thou canst secure
In nature's slippery ways;
And make our feeble footsteps sure
By Thy sufficient grace.
6 If on Thy promised grace alone
We faithfully depend,
Thou surely wilt preserve Thine own,
And keep us to the end.
C. Wesley. 1767. a.
1 GUIDE me, O Thou great Jehovah,
Pilgrim through this barren land;
I am weak, but Thou art mighty,
Hold me with Thy powerful hand;
Bread of heaven,
Feed me till I want no more!
2 Open now the crystal fountain,
Whence the healing streams do flow;
Let the fiery, cloudy pillar,
Lead me all my journey through:
Strong Deliverer,
Be Thou still my Strength and Shield!
3 When I tread the verge of Jordan,
Bid my anxious fears subside:
Death of death and hell's Destruction,
Land me safe on Canaan's side:
Songs of praises
I will ever give to Thee.
William Williams. 1774. a.
10 HELP us, Lord! each hour of need
Thy heavenly succor give:
Help us in thought, and word, and deed,
Each hour on earth we live!
20 help us, when our spirits bleed,
With contrite anguish sore;
And when our hearts are cold and dead,
O help us, Lord, the more!
30 help us, through the prayer of faith,
More firmly to believe!
For still the more the servant hath,
The more shall he receive.
4 0 help us, Jesus, from on high!
We know no help but Thee:
O help us so to live and die
As Thine in heaven to be!
1 0 LORD, my best desire fulfil,
And help me to resign
Life, health, and comfort to Thy will,
And make Thy pleasure mine.
2 Why should I shrink at Thy command,
Whose Love forbids my fears?
Or tremble at the gracious Hand
That wipes away my tears?
3 No! let me rather freely yield
What most I prize to Thee,
Who never hast a good withheld,
Nor wilt withhold from me.
4 Thy favor, all my journey through,
Thou art engaged to grant;
What else I want, or think I do,
'Tis better still to want.
Mein Jesu, wie Du willt.
1 My Jesus, as Thou wilt!
O may Thy will be mine!
Into Thy hand of love
I would my all resign.
Through sorrow or through joy
Conduct me as Thine own,
And help me still to say,
My Lord, Thy will be done!
2 My Jesus, as Thou wilt!
If needy here and poor,
Give me Thy people's bread,
Their portion rich and sure.
The manna of Thy Word
Let my soul feed upon;
And if all else should fail,
My Lord, Thy Will be done!
3 My Jesus, as Thou wilt!
Though seen through many a tear,
Let not my star of hope
Grow dim or disappear:
Since Thou on earth hast wept
And sorrowed oft alone,
If I must weep with Thee,
My Lord, Thy will be done!
Ist Gott für mich, so trete.
1 IF God Himself be for me,
I may a host defy;
For when I pray, before me
My foes confounded fly.
If Christ, the Head, befriend me,
If God be my support,
The mischief they intend me
Shall quickly come to naught.
2 I build on this foundation,
That Jesus and His Blood
Alone are my salvation,
The true eternal good:
Him all that pleases
1 WHо puts his trust in God most just Hath built his house securely;
He who relies on Jesus Christ,
Heaven shall be his most surely.
Then fixed on Thee my trust shall be,
Whose truth can never alter;
While mine Thou art, not death's worst smart
Shall make my courage falter.
2 Though fiercest foes my course oppose,
A dauntless front I'll show them:
My champion Thou, Lord Christ, art now,
Who soon shalt overthrow them!
And if but Thee I have in me
With Thy good gifts and Spirit,-
Nor death nor hell, I know full well,
Shalt hurt me, through Thy merit.
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