Then, O my Lord, prepare
My soul for that great day;
Oh! wash me in Thy precious Blood,
And take my sins away.
A few more suns shall set
O'er these dark hills of time,
And we shall be where God Himself
Lights all the glorious clime:
Then, O my Lord, prepare
My soul for that bright day;
Oh! wash me in Thy precious Blood,
And take my sins away.
A few more storms shall beat
On this stern rocky shore,
And we shall be where tempests cease,
And surges swell no more:
Then, O my Lord, prepare
My soul for that calm day;
Oh! wash me in Thy precious Blood,
And take my sins away.
A few more struggles here,
A few more partings o'er,
A few more toils, a few more tears,
And we shall weep no more:
Then, O my Lord, prepare
My soul for that blest day;
Oh! wash me in Thy precious Blood,
And take my sins away.
'Tis but a little while
And He shall come again,
Who died that we might live, who lives
That we with Him may reign:
Then, O my Lord, prepare
My soul for that glad day;
Oh! wash me in Thy precious Blood,
And take my sins away.
"Thou blessest the springing thereof."-Ps. lxv. 10.
299 WE plough the fertile meadows,
We sow the furrowed land;
But all the growth and increase
Are in God's mighty hand.
He gives the showers and sunshine
To swell the quick'ning grain,
The springing corn He blesses,
He clothes the golden plain,
Every bounteous blessing
His faithful love bestows,
Then magnify His glorious Name,
From whom all goodness flows.
2 By Him all things were fashioned
Around us and afar,
He formed the earth and ocean,
He kindled every star.
His love ordained the seasons,
By Him are all things fed;
He for the sparrow careth,
He gives our daily bread.
Every bounteous blessing
His faithful love bestows,
Then magnify His glorious Name,
From whom all goodness flows.
3 All praise to Thee, great Father,
Thou Giver of all good;
Upon whose care dependeth
Our life, and health, and food:
We bring our glad thanksgiving,
Our gifts of love and praise;
Be Thine our grateful service,
The harvest of our days.
Every bounteous blessing
His faithful love bestows,
Then magnify His glorious Name,
From whom all goodness flows.
"There is nothing hid from the heat thereof." Ps. xix. 6.
suns are glowing
Over land and sea,
Happy light is flowing
Bountiful and free.
2 Every thing rejoices
In the mellow rays,
All earth's thousand voices
Swell the psalm of praise.
3 God's free mercy streameth
Over all the world,
And His banner gleameth
Every where unfurled.
4 Broad and deep and glorious
As the heaven above,
Shines in might victorious
His eternal Love.
5 Lord, upon our blindness
Thy pure radiance pour;
For Thy loving-kindness
Make us love Thee more.
6 And when clouds are drifting
Dark across our sky,
Then, the veil uplifting,
Father, be Thou nigh.
7 We will never doubt Thee,
Though Thou veil Thy light;
Life is dark without Thee;
Death with Thee is bright.
8 Light of Light! shine o'er us
On our pilgrim way;
Go Thou still before us
To the endless day.
"He gave us rain from heaven, and fruitful seasons."-Acts xiv. 17.
301 THE year is swiftly waning;
The summer days are past;
And life, brief life, is speeding;
The end is nearing fast.
2 The ever-changing seasons
In silence come and go;
But Thou, Eternal Father,
No time or change canst know.
3 Oh! pour Thy grace upon us,
That we may worthier be,
Each year that passes o'er us,
To dwell in heaven with Thee.
4 Behold, the bending orchards
With bounteous fruit are crowned;
Lord, in our hearts more richly
Let heavenly fruit abound.
5 Oh! by each mercy sent us,
And by each grief and pain,
By blessings like the sunshine,
And sorrows like the rain,
6 Our barren hearts make fruitful
With every goodly grace,
That we Thy Name may hallow,
And see at last Thy face.
"Thou hast made
Clarens, 453.]
302
WINTER reigneth o'er the land,
Freezing with its icy breath;
Dead and bare the tall trees stand;
All is chill and drear as death.
2 Yet it seemeth but a day
Since the summer flowers were here,
Since they stacked the balmy hay,
Since they reaped the golden ear.
3 Sunny days are past and gone :
So the years go, speeding fast,
Onward ever, each new one
Swifter speeding than the last.
4 Life is waning; life is brief;
Death, like winter, standeth nigh:
Each one, like the falling leaf,
Soon shall fade, and fall, and die.
5 But the sleeping earth shall wake,
And the flowers shall burst in bloom,
And all Nature rising break
Glorious from its wintry tomb..
6 So, Lord, after slumber blest
Comes a bright awakening,
And our flesh in hope shall rest
Of a never-fading Spring.
Theological Colleges.
"He shall be holy unto thee."-Lev. xxi. 8. Wycliffe, 73.]
303 CAPTAIN of our salvation, take
The souls that here are trained for
And fit for Thy great service make
These heirs of immortality;
And let them in Thine image rise,
And then transplant to Paradise.
2 Unspotted from the world and pure,
Preserve them for Thy glorious cause,
Accustomed daily to endure
The welcome burden of Thy cross:
Inured to toil and patient pain,
Till all Thy perfect mind they gain.
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