Prayer to the Trinity

That word above all earthly powers,

No thanks to them, abideth;
The spirit and the gifts are ours
Through Him who with us sideth.
Let goods and kindred go,
This mortal life also;

The body they may kill,

God's truth abideth still,

His Kingdom is forever.

From the German of Martin Luther, by

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Frederick Henry Hedge [1805-1890]

PRAYER TO THE TRINITY

LEAD us, heavenly Father, lead us
O'er the world's tempestuous sea;
Guard us, guide us, keep us, feed us,
For we have no help but Thee;
Yet possessing

Every blessing,

If our God our Father be.

Saviour, breathe forgiveness o'er us;

All our weakness Thou dost know;
Thou didst tread this earth before us,
Thou didst feel its keenest woe;
Lone and dreary,

Faint and weary,

Through the desert Thou didst go.

Spirit of our God, descending,

Fill our hearts with heavenly joy,
Love with every passion blending,
Pleasure that can never cloy:
Thus provided,

Pardoned, guided,

Nothing can our peace destroy.

James Edmeston (1791-1867]

IN SORROW

GENTLY, Lord, oh, gently lead us,
Pilgrims in this vale of tears,
Through the trials yet decreed us,
Till our last great change appears.
When temptation's darts assail us,
When in devious paths we stray,
Let Thy goodness never fail us,
Lead us in Thy perfect way.

In the hour of pain and anguish,

In the hour when death draws near,
Suffer not our hearts to languish,
Suffer not our souls to fear;
And, when mortal life is ended,
Bid us in Thine arms to rest,
Till, by angel bands attended,
We awake among the blest.

Thomas Hastings [1784-1872]

"JUST FOR TO-DAY"

LORD, for to-morrow and its needs,

I do not pray:

Keep me, my God, from stain of sin,

Just for to-day;

Let me no wrong or idle word

Unthinking say:

Set Thou a seal upon my lips,

Just for to-day.

Let me both diligently work,

And duly pray;

Let me be kind in word and deed,

Just for to-day;

Let me in season, Lord, be grave,

In season, gay;

Let me be faithful to Thy grace.

Just for to-day.

"There is a Happy Land"

In pain and sorrow's cleansing fires,

Brief be my stay;

Oh, bid me if to-day I die,

Come home to-day;

So, for to-morrow and its needs,

I do not pray;

But keep me, guide me, love me, Lord,

Just for to-day.

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Samuel Wilberforce [1805-1873]

"THERE IS A HAPPY LAND"

THERE is a happy land,

Far, far away,

Where saints in glory stand,

Bright, bright as day.

Oh, how they sweetly sing,
Worthy is our Saviour King!
Loud let his praises ring,-
Praise, praise for aye!

Come to this happy land,

Come, come away;

Why will ye doubting stand,

Why still delay?

Oh, we shall happy be,

When, from sin and sorrow free,

Lord, we shall live with Thee,

Blest, blest for aye.

Bright in that happy land

Beams every eye;

Kept by a Father's hand,

Love cannot die.

On, then, to glory run;

Be a crown and kingdom won;

And, bright above the sun,

Reign, reign for aye.

Andrew Young [1807-1889]

THE VOICE FROM GALILEE

I HEARD the voice of Jesus say,
66 Come unto Me and rest;
Lay down, thou weary one, lay down
Thy head upon My breast."
I came to Jesus as I was,

Weary, and worn, and sad,
I found in Him a resting-place,
And He has made me glad.

I heard the voice of Jesus say, "Behold, I freely give

The living water,-thirsty one,

Stoop down, and drink, and live.”

I came to Jesus and I drank

Of that life-giving stream;

My thirst was quenched, my soul revived,
And now I live in Him.

I heard the voice of Jesus say,
"I am this dark world's Light;
Look unto Me, thy morn shall rise,
And all thy day be bright."
I looked to Jesus, and I found
In Him, my Star, my Sun;

And in that Light of life I'll walk
Till traveling days be done.

Horatius Bonar [1808-1889]

FAITH

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!

HE STANDETH AT THE DOOR

In the silent midnight watches,
List-thy bosom door!

How it knocketh-knocketh-knocketh
Knocketh evermore!

Say not 'tis thy pulse's beating:

'Tis thy heart of sin;

'Tis thy Saviour knocks, and crieth,

"Rise, and let Me in!"

Death comes on with reckless footsteps,

To the hall and hut:

Think you Death will tarry, knocking,
Where the door is shut?