3 mf How Thou didst guard his tender youth, cres 4 How Thou didst send him to proclaim His advent, Who from sin sets free; 5 mf And Him with water to baptize Who cleanses from iniquity. Still let his cry recall the feet That in the wastes of error stray; cres The heart of stone in pieces break; And guide our steps through life's rough way. 6 So shall our loving Saviour find Within our souls a dwelling place; 7 mf To Thee we cry, (cres) Whom angels sing cres Also the following: On Jordan's bank, the Baptist's cry. 486 St. Peter's Bay. Thou art Peter, and upon this rock I will 1 mf CREATOR of the rolling flood! On Whom Thy people hope alone; Amen. W. Cooke. L.M. 2 mf Who from the labours of the deep 3 mf Grant us, devoid of worldly care, And leaning on Thy bounteous hand, dim To seek Thy help in humble prayer, cres And on Thy sacred rock to stand :— 4 mf And when, our life-long toil to crown, Thy call shall set the spirit free, cres To cast with joy our burthen down, 1 WE praise Thy Name, O Lord most High, Redeemer of our souls from death, And all Thy mercies magnify, In making known Thy saving faith. 2 mf Thou didst the humble fisher call, Beside the shores of Galilee; cres At Thy command he gave up all, 3 my O happy choice, (p) for earthly toil cres dim 4 mf O favoured one, who, ere he knew f 5p Thy promise is fulfilled, and he Dares in Thy painful steps to go; And drain the bitter dregs of woe. 488 Amen. Anon. (From the Hymnary, 1872). St. Bartholomew the Apostle. The Lord knoweth them that are His. 2 Tim. ii. 19. 1 KING of Saints, to Whom the number Of Thy starry host is known, mf Many a name by man forgotten cres 8.7. Lives for ever round Thy throne: [ened, my Lights which earth-born mists have dark. cres dim There are shining full and clear→→ 2 mf In the roll of Thine apostles One there stands, Bartholomew, Year by year our praises due; cres All his saintly life is hidden 3 mf Was it he, beneath the fig-tree cres On the shore of Galilee; He to whom the word was spoken, 'Greater things thou yet shalt see'? 4 p None can tell us ; (cres) all is written In the Lamb's great book of life— ƒ All the faith, and prayer, and patience, All the toiling and the strife: There are told Thy hidden treasures:— Number us, O Lord, with them, When Thou makest up the jewels Of Thy living diadem! Amen. dim cres f J. Ellerton St. Matthew the Apostle. 489 He saith unto him, Follow Me. Matt. ix. 9. 1 mƒ BEHOLD, the Master passeth by ! 2 p Oh, seest thou not His pleading Eye? With low sad voice He calleth theecres 'Leave this vain world, and follow Me.' Р cres L.M. O soul, bowed down with harrowing care, 3 mf One heard Him calling long ago, 4 That Follow Me' his faithful ear 5 Ρ God gently calls us every day : cres Why should we then our bliss delay ? 6 Praise, Lord, to Thee for Matthew's At which he rose and left his all: p Thou, Lord, e'en now art calling Hark! hark, my soul ! angelic songs are swelling (278) It came upon the midnight clear Stars of the morning, so gloriously bright There is no night in heaven They come, God's messengers of love |