The book of sacred song . scern,For thee my thoughts are kindled, And strive and pant and , the only That lookst from heaven below,In thee is all my glory, In me is all my though my body may not, My spirit seeks thee fain,Till flesh and earth return me To earth and flesh again. O none can tell thy bulwarks,How gloriously they rise: O none can tell thy capitalsOf beautiful device. MODERN : LIVING WRITERS. 2]5 O fields that know no sorrow !O state that fears no strife! 0 princely bowers ! O land of flowers ! 0 realm and home of life ! Jerusalem, exulting,On that securest s
The book of sacred song . scern,For thee my thoughts are kindled, And strive and pant and , the only That lookst from heaven below,In thee is all my glory, In me is all my though my body may not, My spirit seeks thee fain,Till flesh and earth return me To earth and flesh again. O none can tell thy bulwarks,How gloriously they rise: O none can tell thy capitalsOf beautiful device. MODERN : LIVING WRITERS. 2]5 O fields that know no sorrow !O state that fears no strife! 0 princely bowers ! O land of flowers ! 0 realm and home of life ! Jerusalem, exulting,On that securest shore, 1 hope thee, wish thee, sing thee,And love thee ever more! I ask not, for my merit; 1 seek not to denyMy merit is destruction, A child of wrath am grace, sweet grace celestial, Shall all its love display,And Davids royal Fountain Purge every sin away. Exult, O dust and ashes, The Lord shall be thy part:His only, His for ever, Thou shalt be, and thou art. Neale [from the Latin). 18* 276 THE BOOK OF SACRED EVENING HYMN OF THE GREEKS. [HE day is past and over; All thanks, O Lord, to Thee!I pray Thee that offencelessThe hours of dark may Jesu, keep me in Thy sight,And save me through the coming night! The toils of day are over: I raise the hymn to Thee;And ask that free from perilThe hours of dark may Jesu, keep me in Thy sight,And guard me through the coming night! Lighten mine eyes, O Saviour, Or sleep in death shall I •And he, my wakeful Tempter,Triumphantly shall cry: He could not make their darkness light,Nor guard them through the hours of night! modern: living writers. 277 Be Thou my souPs preserver, O God, for Thou dost knowHow many are the perils Through which I have to go:Lover of men ! O hear my call,—And guard and save me from them all! Neale {from Analolins). IT IS I : BE NOT AFRAID. IERCE was the wild billow; dark was the night ;IJ Oars laboured heavily; foam glimmeredwhite;Trembled the mariners; peril was nigh ;Then said the Son of Go
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