584 When, marshaled on the nightly plain. "Let your songs be of Him." (Tune, ASCENSION, No. 149.) I WHEN, marshaled on the nightly plain, The glittering host bestud the sky, One star alone, of all the train, Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. Hark! Hark! to God the chorus breaks, From every host, from every gem: But one alone the Saviour speaks;It is the Star of Bethlehem. 2 Once on the raging seas I rode; [dark; The storm was loud, the night was The ocean yawned and rudely blowed The wind that tossed my foundering barque; (Tune, LOUVAN, No. 383.) I O MASTER, let me walk with Thee In lowly paths of service free. Tell me Thy secret. Help me bear The strain of toil, the fret of care. 2 Help me the slow of heart to move By some clear, winning word of love. Teach me the wayward feet to stay, And guide them in the homeward way. 3 Help me to bear the sting of spite, The hate of men who hide Thy light, The dulness of the multitude Who dimly guess that Thou art good. 4 Teach me Thy patience; still with Thee In closer, dearer company, [strong, In work that keeps faith sweet and In trust that triumphs over wrong, 5 In hope that sends a shining ray Far down the future's broadening way, In peace that only Thou canst give, With Thee, O Master, let me live! WASHINGTON GLADDEN, 1879.Abr. 4 And dawns broad belts, thy flag Bids valiant spirits muster in that far light. Thine anchors shall not drag. 5 COLUMBIA! His perpetual word learn straightway, 6 Make end of evil strife; Love, only love, can guard that solemn gateway Where life takes hold on Life. Amid great waterfloods the lasting timbers, That build thine Ark, float sure. Artillery of blackest Hell unlimbers In vain. God's lines endure. To peoples in the dark thine heart out- 7 The strong high hills are Thine, O God; reaching, High faith emboldening Their staggering souls, God's help for them beseeching; So sobbing lands shall sing. Thy meaning Unfold while ages run. The Commonwealth save Thou! Thine intervening Divine will all be done. FOR MALE VOICES 4 |