Lyra Anglicana: Hymns and Sacred Songs

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Houlston & Wright, 1862 - 176 ˹
 

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˹ 4 - Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on ! The night is dark, and I am far from home; Lead Thou me on ! Keep Thou my feet ; I do not afk to fee The diftant way ; one ftep's enough for me.
˹ 1 - BY Nebo's lonely mountain, On this side Jordan's wave, In a vale in the land of Moab There lies a lonely grave. And no man knows that sepulchre, And no man saw it e'er, For the angels of God upturned the sod, And laid the dead man there.
˹ 79 - From the end of the earth will I cry unto thee, when my heart is overwhelmed: lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
˹ 5 - I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou shouldst lead me on; I loved to choose and see my path; but now lead thou me on. I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, pride ruled my will: remember not past years. So long thy power hath blest me, sure it still will lead me on, o'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till the night is gone, and with the morn those angel faces smile, which I have loved long since, and lost awhile.
˹ 55 - Mine is the sin, but Thine the righteousness ; Mine is the guilt, but Thine the cleansing blood : Here is my robe, my refuge, and my peace Thy blood, Thy righteousness, O Lord, my God.
˹ 1 - So Moses the servant of the Lord died there in the land of Moab, according to the word of the Lord. And he buried him in a valley in the Land of Moab, over against Bethpeor; but no man knoweth of his sepulchre unto this day.
˹ 145 - FOR thee, O dear, dear country, Mine eyes their vigils keep ; For very love, beholding Thy happy name, they weep. The mention of thy glory Is unction to the breast, And medicine in sickness, And love, and life, and rest.
˹ 2 - That was the grandest funeral That ever passed on earth; But no man heard the trampling, Or saw the train go forth Noiselessly as the daylight Comes back when night is done, And the crimson streak on ocean's cheek Grows into the great sun. Noiselessly as the springtime Her crown of verdure weaves, And all the trees on all the hills Open their thousand leaves...
˹ 7 - Choose thou for me my friends, My sickness or my health ; Choose thou my cares for me, My poverty or wealth. Not mine, not mine the choice, In things or great or small ; Be thou my guide, my strength, My wisdom and my all.
˹ 54 - Here would I feed upon the bread of God, Here drink with Thee the royal wine of heaven; Here would I lay aside each earthly load, Here taste afresh the calm of sin forgiven.

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