TO Sion's hill I lift mine eyes,
From thence expecting aid;
From Sion's hill, and Sion's God,
Who heaven and earth has made.
Shelter'd beneath th' Almighty's wings,
My soul, securely rest;
Where neither sun nor moon shall thee
By day or night molest.
At home, abroad, in peace, in war,
Thy God shall thee defend;
Conduct thee through life's pilgrimage
Safe to thy journey's end.
LEAD us, Heavenly Father, lead us
O'er the world's tempestuous sea;
Guard and guide us, keep and feed us,
For we have no help but Thee;
Yet possessing every blessing,
If our God our Father be.
Saviour, breathe forgiveness o'er us,
All our weakness Thou dost know;
Thou didst tread this earth before us,
Thou didst feel its keenest woe;
Lone and dreary, faint and weary,
Through the desert Thou didst go.
Spirit of our God, descending,
Fill our hearts with heavenly joy;
Love with every feeling blending,
Pleasures give that never cloy;
Thus provided, pardon'd, guided,
Nothing can our peace destroy.
GUIDE us, O thou great Jehovah !
Pilgrims through this barren land;
We are weak, but Thou art mighty,
Hold us with thy powerful hand:
Bread of heaven!
Feed us till we want no more.
Open Thou the living fountain,
Whence the healing waters flow;
Let the fiery, cloudy pillar,
Lead us all the desert through:
Strong Deliv'rer!
Be Thou still our help and shield.
When we tread the verge of Jordan,
Bid our anxious fears subside;
Bear us through the swelling torrent,
Land us safe on Canaan's side:
Songs of praises
We will ever give to Thee.
O GOD of Bethel, by whose hand
Thy people still are fed;
Who through this weary pilgrimage
Hast all our fathers led :
Our vows, our prayers we now present
Before thy throne of grace:
God of our fathers, be the God
Of their succeeding race.
Through each perplexing path of life
Our wand'ring footsteps guide;
Give us each day our daily bread,
And raiment fit provide.
O spread thy cov'ring wings around,
Till all our wand'rings cease,
And at our Father's lov'd abode
Our souls arrive in peace.
Such blessings from thy gracious hand
Our humble prayers implore;
And Thou shalt be our chosen God,
Our portion evermore.
O WORSHIP the King all glorious above,
O gratefully sing his power and his love,
Our shield and defender, the Ancient of days,
Pavilion'd in splendour, and girded with praise!
O tell of his might, O sing of his grace,
Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space;
His chariots of wrath deep thunder-clouds form,
And dark is his path on the wings of the storm.
Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail,
In Thee do we trust, nor find Thee to fail; Thy mercies how tender, how sure to the end, Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend!
O measureless might! ineffable love!
While angels delight to hymn Thee above,
The humbler creation, though feeble their lays,
With true adoration shall lisp to thy praise.
GREAT God, to Thee our song we raise,
To Thee devote our grateful praise ;
O! never may our footsteps rove
From Thee, the source of truth and love;
But may we still thy praise proclaim,
And joy in our Redeemer's Name.
What though the fig-tree shall decay,
Fruitless the vine shall waste away,
Although the olive shall not bear,
Nor corn produce the ripen'd ear;
Yet still may we thy praise proclaim,
And joy in our Redeemer's Name.
Though in our folds no flocks abound,
And in our stalls no herd be found,
Though all the hopes of plenty fail,
Though blighting pestilence prevail;
Yet still may we thy praise proclaim,
And joy in our Redeemer's Name.
REJOICE, believer, in the Lord,
Who makes your cause his own;
The hope that 's built upon his word,
Can ne'er be overthrown.
Though many foes beset your road,
And feeble is your arm,
Your life is hid with Christ in God,
Beyond the reach of harm.
Weak as you are, you shall not faint,
Or fainting, shall not die;
Jesus, the strength of every saint,
Will aid you from on high.
Though now no more perceiv'd by sense,
Faith sees Him always near,
A guide, a glory, a defence;
Then what have you to fear?
As surely as He overcame,
And triumph'd once for you,
So surely you that love his Name,
Shall triumph in Him too.
THE Lord my pasture shall prepare,
And feed me with a shepherd's care;
His presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye;
My noon-day walks He shall attend,
And all my midnight hours defend.
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