Would we go forth, O God, 4. No dreams from toil to charm, No trembling on the tongue, Whereon their hallowing influence flowed, Lord, in thy rest may we be calm, Through thy completeness strong. SAMUEL JOHNSON, 1822-1882. HUMILITY. L. M. SAMUEL PARKMAN TUCKERMAN, 1819-1890. 8 18/01 A - MEN. I. 3. MYSTERIOUS Presence, source of all, Thy hand unseen to accents clear The world without, the soul within, Fountain of life, O hear our call, Awoke the psalmist's trembling lyre, And touched the lips of holy seer With flame from thine own altar fire. 2. Thou breathest in the rushing wind, 4. That touch divine still, Lord, impart, SETH CURTIS BEACH, 1837 THOU Lord of hosts, whose guiding Send us where'er thou wilt, O Lord, hand Has brought us here before thy face, Our spirits wait for thy command, Our silent hearts implore thy peace. Through rugged toil and wearying fight; Thy conquering love shall be our sword, And faith in thee our truest might. PARKER. IO. 10. 10. IO. HORATIO WILLIAM PARKER, 1863 I. THOU whose power o'er moving worlds presides, On darkling man in pure effulgence shine, And cheer the clouded mind with light divine. A-MEN. 2. 'Tis thine alone to calm the pious breast From thee, great God, we spring, to thee we tend, BOETHIUS, circa 475-525. Tr. SAMUEL JOHNSON, 1709-1784. |