What shall I do, my Lord, my God, To make my life worth more to Thee? 2 Through strange confusions of the time 4 The dearest voice may lead astray: Than yet my laggard feet have found. 3 My coward heart, my flagging feet, They hold me in bewildering gloom; Come Thou my stumbling steps to meet, And lift me unto larger room! 223 MARGUERITE C. M. Speak Thou! Thy word my guide shall be, Oh, not from life and men away, But through them, with them, up to Thee. 5 It is not much these hands can do: LUCY LARCOM 2 Where is the blessedness I knew 3 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed! 4 Return, O holy Dove, return, Sweet messenger of rest; I hate the sins that made Thee mourn, And drove Thee from my breast. 5 The dearest idol I have known, Help me to tear it from Thy throne, 9:25 Help me, throughout life's changing scene, By faith to cling to Thee! A-men. 2 What though the world deceitful prove, And earthly friends and joys remove? With patient, uncomplaining love Still would I cling to Thee. 3 Though faith and hope awhile be tried, I ask not, need not aught beside: How safe, how calm, how satisfied, The souls that cling to Thee. 4 Blest is my lot whate'er befall; CHARLOTTE ELLIOTT, 1834 HENRY SMART, 1868 226 PILGRIMS 11.10.11.10.9.11. 48 Hark! hark,my soul ! An - gel - ic songs are swell-ing O'er earth's green fields,and 4 d. ocean's wave-beat shore: How sweet the truth those blessed strains are tell - ing Angels of light,Sing - ing to wel-come the pilgrims of the night! A-men. 2 Onward we go, for still we hear them singing, 'Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you come;" Angels of Jesus, Angels of light, 3 Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing, The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land and sea; 4 Angels, sing on! your faithful watches keeping; |