1 LADEN with guilt, and full of fears,
I fly to Thee my Lord,
And not a glimpse of hope appears,
But in Thy written Word.

2 Here consecrated water flows,

To quench my thirst of sin;
Here the fair tree of knowledge grows,
Nor danger dwells therein.

3 This is the field where hidden lies
The pearl of price unknown;
That merchant is divinely wise,
Who makes the pearl his own.

4 O may Thy counsels, mighty God,
My roving feet command;
Nor I forsake the happy road,
That leads to Thy right hand.

4 Thine, Thine this Book, though given In man's poor human speech, Telling of things unseen, unheard, Beyond all human reach.

5 Against this sea-swept rock,

Ten thousand storms their will
Of foam and rage have wildly spent;
It lifts its calm face still.

6 It standeth and will stand,
Unmarked by change or age,
The word of majesty and light,
The Church's heritage.

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BERNARD BARTON.

1 LAMP of our feet, whereby we trace
Our path when wont to stray;
Stream from the Fount of heavenly grace,
Brook by the traveler's way;

2 Bread of our souls, whereon we feed,
True manna from on high;
Our guide and chart, wherein we read
Of realms beyond the sky;

3 Word of the everlasting God,
Will of His glorious Son;
Without Thee how could earth be trod,
Or heaven itself be won?

4 Lord, grant us all aright to learn
The wisdom it imparts;
And to its heavenly teaching turn,
With simple, child-like hearts.

CANTERBURY.

8.7.4.

C. T. LA TROBE.

9:54

D. C.

ATONEMENT. 7. 6 lines.

Arr. by G. KINGSLEY.