1 4 2 Accept our faint attempts to love; We would be like Thy saints above, 3 Increase, O Lord, our faith and hope, Where the assembly ne'er breaks up, 4 Where we shall breathe in heavenly air, John Newton. 1779.'. 1 LORD, dismiss us with Thy blessing, Travelling through this wilderness. 2 Thanks we give and adoration With us evermore be found. Hast pleasure in the lay: 3 And yet Thyself they cannot know, That hides Thee from the thrones below, How then can mortal accents frame Thou only, while we praise Thy Name, John Mason Neale. 1862. a. Tr. Metrophanes of Smyrna. ab. 910. 52 53 But still how weak my faith is found, 2 My Hope, my Portion, and my God, 3 How cold and feeble is my love! How low my hope of joys above! 4 Great God, Thy sovereign power impart 5 Show my forgetful feet the way That leads to joys on high; There knowledge grows without decay, 1 ON what has now been sown, Thy blessing, Lord, bestow; The power is Thine alone To make it spring and grow: Do Thou the gracious harvest raise, M. H.M. 54 2 To Thee our wants are known, Our praises, Lord, and prayers receive, 3 0 grant that each of us, Who meet before Thee here, May meet together thus, When Thou and Thine appear, And follow Thee to heaven our home; 1 LORD, dismiss us with Thy blessing, Travelling through this wilderness. 2 Thanks we give and adoration With us evermore be found. 3 So, whene'er the signal 's given Rise and reign in endless day. 8,7. Unknown. 1776. a. 55 56 57 Ach sei mit Deiner Gnade. Sustain us by Thy Word; As was, and is forever, 7, 6. Tr. Charles Bernard Garve. 1827. 1 LORD, Thou art the Truth and Way: Guide us, lest we go astray. 2 In ourselves we cannot trust; 7s. Uuknown. 1850. a. From the Danish. 1 SAVIOUR! all my sins confessing, Gracious hear me when I cry; 8,7. Give, through faith, the promised blessing, 2 By Thy Holy Spirit's leading, 3 So, the days of conflict ended, Whither, Lord, Thou art ascended, Thomas Haweis. 1808. J. HAIL, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 2 Present alike in every place, 3 In wisdom infinite Thou art, 4 Whate'er Thou wilt, in earth below But chiefly we rejoice to know 5 Thou lov'st whate'er Thy hands have made; In shining characters displayed 4 Do more than pardon: give us joy, Sweet fear and sober liberty, And loving hearts without alloy, That only long to be like Thee. Through life's long day and death's dark night, 1 |