I Wilt Thou not visit me? The plant beside me feels thy | gen-tle | dew; Each blade of grass I see, From thy deep earth its | quick-ening | moist-ure | drew. 2 Wilt thou not visit me? Thy morning calls on me with | cheer-ing | tone; And every hill and tree Lend but one voice, the | voice of | thee a- | lone. 3 Come; for I need thy love, More than the flower the dew, or | grass the | rain; Come, like thy holy dove, And let me in thy sight re- | joice to | live a- | gain, 4 Yes: thou wilt visit me; Nor plant nor tree thine eye de- | lights so well, As when, from sin set free, Man's spirit comes with | thine in | peace to | dwell. Jones Very. 248 God's Kindness to our Forefathers. From grateful hearts shall rise. Across the stormy sea; 'Twas he who stayed the tyrant's hand, And set our country free. 2 When, shivering on a strand unknown, In sickness and distress, Our fathers looked to God alone To save, protect, and bless. Be thou our nation's strength and shield Thine arm for our protection yield, Anon. To this di - vine em ploy Our hearts and voic rit. · es bring; Sound, sound thro' all the earth a-broad, The love, th' e-ter-nal love of God. 255 Suffer in Patience. 2 If the way be drear, If the foe be near, Let not faithless fears o'ertake us: To our home we go! 3 When we seek relief From a long-felt grief; When temptations come alluring, Make us patient and enduring: Show us that bright shore 4 Jesus, still lead on, Till our rest be won; Heavenly Leader, still direct us, Still support, console, protect us, Till we safely stand Zinzendorf. |