HEN all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise.
2 Unnumbered comforts to my soul
Thy tender care bestowed,
Before my infant heart conceived
From whom those comforts flowed.
3 When in the slippery paths of youth
With heedless steps I ran,
Thy arm unseen conveyed me safe,
And led me up to man.
4 When worn with sickness, oft hast thou
With health renewed my face;
And, when in sin and sorrow sunk,
Revived my soul with grace.
5 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart
That tastes those gifts with joy.
6 Through every period of my life,
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
And, after death, in distant worlds,
The glorious theme renew.
10, 10, 10, 10, 11, 11, м.
M.
1 HOUSE of our God, with cheerful anthems ring,
While all our lips and hearts his goodness sing:
With sacred joy his wondrous deeds proclaim;
Let every tongue be vocal with his name.
The Lord is good, his mercy never-ending;
His blessings in perpetual showers descending.
2 His goodness never fails; the dawn, the shade
Still see new bounties through new scenes display'd;
Succeeding ages bless the sure abode,
And children lean upon their Father's God.
The deathless soul, thro' its immense duration,
Drinks from this source immortal consolation.
3* And midst the affluence of his lesser gifts,
The heart its sweetest song of praise uplifts;
For him who came to show the Blessed Way,
Leading from darkness to the perfect day:
Light of the world, our night's long gloom dis-
pelling:
Word of God's love! all other gifts excelling!
4 Burst into praise, my soul! all nature join;
Angels and men in harmony combine:
While human years are measured by the sun,
Yea, while eternity its course shall run,
His goodness in perpetual showers descending,
Exalt in songs and raptures never-ending.
1 THOUGH faint, yet pursuing, we go on our way,
The Lord is our leader, the Lord is our stay;
Though suffering and sorrow and trial be near,
The Lord is our refuge, and whom can we fear?
2 He raiseth the fallen, he cheereth the faint;
The weak and oppressed-he will hear their com-
plaint.
The way may be weary, and thorny the road,
But how can we falter? our help is in God!
3 And to his green pastures our footsteps he leads,
His flock in the desert how kindly he feeds!
The lambs in his bosom he tenderly bears,
And brings back the wanderers safe from the snares. 4 Though clouds may surround us, our God is our
Though storms rage around us, our God is our might;
So faint, yet pursuing, still onward we go,
The Lord is our leader; no fear can we know.
1 LORD! thy children guide and keep,
As with feeble steps they press
On the pathway rough and steep,
Through the changeful wilderness.
Heavenly Father! day by day
Lead us in the narrow way.
2 There are stony ways to tread;
Give the strength we sorely lack:
There are tangled paths to tread;
Light us lest we miss the track.
Heavenly Father! day by day
Lead us in the narrow way.
3 There are sandy wastes that lie
Cold and sunless, vast and drear,
Where the feeble faint and die;
Grant us grace to persevere.
Heavenly Father, day by day
Lead us in the narrow way.
4 There are soft and flowery glades,
Decked with golden fruited trees;
Sunny slopes and scented shades;
Keep us, Lord, from slothful ease.
Heavenly Father! day by day
Lead us in the narrow way.
5 Upward still to purer heights,
Onward yet to scenes more blest,
Calmer regions, clearer lights,
Till we reach the promised rest.
Heavenly Father! day by day
Lead us in the narrow way.
1 LEAD, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom
The night is dark, and I am far from home,
Lead thou me on.
Keep thou my feet; I do not ask to see
The distant scene; one step enough for me.
2 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.
3 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.
Cardinal Newman.
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