When they think of home, now dearer
Than it ever seem'd before,
Bring the promised glory nearer ;
Let them see that peaceful shore,
Where Thy people

Rest from toil, and weep no more!

Where no fruit appears to cheer them,
And they seem to toil in vain,
Then in mercy, Lord, draw near them,
Then their sinking hopes sustain :
Thus supported,

Let their zeal revive again!

In the midst of opposition

Let them trust, O Lord, in Thee: When success attends their mission, Let Thy servants humbler be: Never leave them,

Till Thy face in Heaven they see;

There to reap, in joy for ever,

Fruit that grows from seed here sown ;
There to be with Him, Who never

Ceases to preserve His own,
And with triumph

Sing a Saviour's grace alone!

Thomas Kelly. 1836.

CLXXX.

Thou, Whose Almighty word
Chaos and darkness heard,
And took their flight;
Hear us, we humbly pray;
And, where the gospel's day
Sheds not its glorious ray,
Let there be light!

Thou, Who didst come to bring
On Thy redeeming wing
Healing and sight,

Health to the sick in mind,
Sight to the inly blind,
Oh, now to all mankind
Let there be light!

Spirit of truth and love,
Life-giving, holy Dove,

Speed forth Thy flight!
Move on the waters' face
Bearing the lamp of grace,
And in earth's darkest place
Let there be light!

Holy and blessed Three,
Glorious Trinity,

Wisdom, Love, Might!

Boundless as ocean's tide

Rolling in fullest pride,

Through the earth, far and wide,

Let there be light!

John Marriott. 1816.

III.

"THY WILL BE DONE."

"Thy will be done, in earth, as it is in Heaven."

CLXXXI.

Come, my soul, Thy suit prepare ;
Jesus loves to answer prayer:
He Himself has bid thee pray,
Therefore will not say thee nay.

Thou art coming to a King,
Large petitions with thee bring;
For his grace and power are such,
None can ever ask too much.

With my burden I begin;
Lord, remove this load of sin;
Let Thy blood, for sinners spilt,

Set my conscience free from guilt.

Lord, I come to Thee for rest;

Take possession of my breast;

There Thy blood-bought right maintain,
And without a rival reign.

As the image in the glass
Answers the beholder's face,
Thus unto my heart appear,

Print Thine own resemblance there.

While I am a pilgrim here,

Let Thy love my spirit cheer;

As my Guide, my Guard, my Friend,

Lead me to my journey's end.

Shew me what I have to do;
Every hour my strength renew;
Let me live a life of faith;

Let me die Thy people's death.

John Newton. 1779.

CLXXXII.

My faith looks up to Thee,
Thou Lamb of Calvary,
Saviour divine !

Now hear me while I pray;
Take all my guilt away;
O let me from this day
Be wholly Thine!

May Thy rich grace impart
Strength to my fainting heart,
My zeal inspire!
As Thou hast died for me,
O may my love to Thee

Pure, warm, and changeless be,
A living fire!

While life's dark maze I tread,
And griefs around me spread,
Be Thou my Guide!

Bid darkness turn to day,
Wipe sorrow's tears away,

Nor let me ever stray

From Thee aside.

When ends life's transient dream,
When death's cold sullen stream
Shall o'er me roll;

Blest Saviour! then in love
Fear and distrust remove;

O bear me safe above,

A ransom'd soul!

Ray Palmer. [1840.]

CLXXXIII.

PSALM CXVI.

Redeem'd from guilt, redeem'd from fears,
My soul enlarged, and dried my tears,
What can I do, O Love Divine,
What, to repay such gifts as Thine?

What can I do, so poor, so weak,
But from Thy hands new blessings seek,
A heart to feel Thy mercies more,
A soul to know Thee, and adore?

O teach me at Thy feet to fall,
And yield Thee up myself, my all!
Before Thy saints my debts to own,
And live and die to Thee alone!

Thy Spirit, Lord, at large impart,
Expand and raise and fill my heart!
So may I hope my life shall be
Some faint return, O Lord, to Thee.

Henry Francis Lyte. 1834.