279 QUEBEC L. M. HENRY BAKER, 1866 3 O Love divine, that stoop'd to share Our sharpest pang, our bit-terest tear, On Thee we cast each earth-born care; We smile at pain while Thou art near. A-men. W. S. BAMBRIDGE, 1872 283 ST. ASAPH 8.7.8.7.D. 4 Through the night of doubt and sorrow On-ward goes the pil - grim band, pectation, March-ing to the prom-ised land: Clear before us through the dark-ness Gleams and burns the guiding light; Broth-er clasps the hand of broth-er, Stepping fear-less thro' the night. A-men. 2 One the light of God's own presence O'er His ransomed people shed, Chasing far the gloom and terror, Brightening all the path we tread; One the object of our journey, One the faith which never tires, One the earnest looking forward, One the hope our God inspires; 3 One the strain that lips of thousands Lift as from the heart of one, One the conflict, one the peril, One the march in God begun; BERNHARDT S. INGEMANN, 1825 |