Woodstock. C. M. 436 I Love to Steal Awhile Away. From every cumbering care, 2 I love in solitude to shed The penitential tear, 3 I love to think on mercies past, 4 I love by faith to take a view Of brighter scenes in heaven; The prospect does my strength renew While here by tempests driven. 438 Father! I Know. 1. When all thy mercies, O my God! My ris-ing soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost In won · der, love and praise ZE 2 Unnumbered comforts on my soul Thy tender care bestowed, Before my infant heart conceived From whom those comforts flowed. 3 When in the slippery paths of youth 5 4 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts That tastes those gifts with joy. And after death in distant worlds 3 Dennis. S. M. 443 Blest be the Tie that Binds. I Blest be the tie that binds Our hearts in Christian love; 2 Before our Father's throne We pour our ardent prayers; Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one, 3 We share our mutual woes, Our mutual burdens bear; 4 When we asunder part, It gives us inward pain; But we shall still be joined in heart, 444 How Gentle God's Commands! I How gentle God's commands! How kind his precepts are! Come, cast your burdens on the Lord, And trust his constant care. 2 His bounty will provide, His saints securely dwell; That hand which bears creation up, 3 Why should this anxious load Press down your weary mind? Oh, seek your heavenly Father's throne, 4 His goodness stands approved, 445 Sow in the Morn thy Seed. Sow in the morn thy seed; At eve hold not thy hand; To doubt and fear give thou no need, Broadcast it o'er the land. 2 Thou know'st not which shall thrive, 3 Thou canst not toil in vain; Cold, heat, and moist, and dry, Shall foster and mature the grain For garners in the sky. 4 Then, when the glorious end, 446 Did Christ o'er Sinners weep. I Did Christ o'er sinners weep, And shall our cheeks be dry? Let floods of penitential grief Burst forth from every eye. 2 The Son of God in tears 3 He wept that we might weep: 448 0 that the Lord would Guide. I O that the Lord would guide my way Oh that my God would grant me grace 2 Oh, send thy Spirit down to write 3 Order my footsteps by thy word, 5 Make me to walk in thy commands, Nor let my head, or heart, or hands With every fleeting breath; So shall the music of thy name Refresh my soul in death. 2 With pitying eyes the Prince of grace Beheld our helpless grief; He saw, and-oh, amazing love!- 3 Down from the shining seats above, 4 Oh for this love let rocks and hills 2 For every thirsty, longing heart, 3 Ye sinners, come, 'tis mercy's voice; 4 Dear Saviour, draw reluctant hearts; To thee let sinners fly, And take the bliss that love imparts, And drink, and never die. |