457 ST. BEDE 8 68 68 6 4 John Bacchus Dykes I. Father, I know that all my life Is por-tioned out for 9:4 264 me; bb The changes that are sure to come, I do not fear to see: I ask Thee for a present mind, In- tent on pleasing Thee, A-MEN. 459 HYMN TO JOY 8 7 8 7 8 7 8 7 Arr. from Ludwig von Beethoven 4 4 I. Let us, brothers, let us gladly Give to God of all, our best; Praise Him then with true de - vo-tion, Come be-fore Him with a song. A-MEN. 2 By His mercy, by His bounty, By the gift of Christ, His Son, What great goodness He hath shown us, What high marvels He hath done; Let us to Him, promptly, freely, Yield our bodies and our souls, Thankful that His love protects us, That His wisdom all controls. 369 3 Gracious Lord, accept our service, For the sake of Christ Thy Son; Lo, our hope abideth only On the travail He hath done; Bless and save us, help and guide us, Watch to comfort and restore, Till in heaven we rest rejoicing, Praising Thee for evermore. Henry Bateman, 1862 460 CRUCIFER 87878787 64 1. Je - sus, 4 Henry Smart, 1867 I my cross have taken, All to leave, and follow Thee; rd Destitute, de- spised, for saken. Thou, from hence, my all shalt be. Perish ev'ry fond am - bi- tion, All I've sought, and hoped, and known, Yet how rich is my condition! God and heav'n are still my own. A-MEN. 2 Man may trouble and distress me, 'Twill but drive me to Thy breast; Life with trials hard may press me, Heaven will bring me sweeter rest: O'tis not in grief to harm me While Thy love is left to me; O'twere not in joy to charm me Were that joy unmixed with Thee. 3 Take, my soul, thy full salvation; Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care; Joy to find in every station Something still to do or bear. 4 370 Think what Spirit dwells within thee, What a Father's smile is thine; What a Saviour died to win thee! Child of heaven, shouldst thou repine? Haste, then, on from grace to glory, Armed by faith, and winged by prayer; Heaven's eternal day's before thee, God's own hand shall guide thee there, Soon shall close thy earthly mission; Swift shall pass thy pilgrim days; Hope soon change to glad fruition, Faith to sight, and prayer to praise. Henry F. Lyte, 1824 A-round us rolls the cease-less tide Of business, toil and care; And scarcely can we turn a-side For one brief hour of pray'r. A-MEN. 2 Yet these are not the only walls Wherein Thou mayest be sought; On homeliest work Thy blessing falls, In truth and patience wrought. Thine is the loom, the forge, the mart, The wealth of land and sea, The worlds of science and of art Revealed and ruled by Thee. 3 Then let us prove our heavenly birth, In all we do and know; 371 And claim the kingdom of the earth John Ellerton, 1870 |