The book of sacred song . I thank Thee, uncreated Sun, That Thy bright beams on me have shined;I thank Thee, who hast overthrown My foes, and heaPd my wounded mind;I thank Thee, whose enlivening voiceBids my freed heart in Thee rejoice. 78 THE BOOK OF SACRED SONG. Give to my eyes refreshing tears, Give to my heart chaste, hallowM fires; Give to my soul, with filial fears, The love that all heavens host inspires ; That all my powers, with all their might, In Thy sole glory may unite. Thee will I love, my Joy, my Crown ! Thee will I love, my Lord, my God !Thee will I love, though all may frown,
The book of sacred song . I thank Thee, uncreated Sun, That Thy bright beams on me have shined;I thank Thee, who hast overthrown My foes, and heaPd my wounded mind;I thank Thee, whose enlivening voiceBids my freed heart in Thee rejoice. 78 THE BOOK OF SACRED SONG. Give to my eyes refreshing tears, Give to my heart chaste, hallowM fires; Give to my soul, with filial fears, The love that all heavens host inspires ; That all my powers, with all their might, In Thy sole glory may unite. Thee will I love, my Joy, my Crown ! Thee will I love, my Lord, my God !Thee will I love, though all may frown, And thorns and briars perplex my road;Yea, when my flesh and heart decay,Thee shall I love in endless day. J. Wesley [from Scheffler). TRUST IN THE LORD : WAIT PATIENTLY ON HIM. |IVE to the winds thy fears;Hope, and be undismayed;God hears thy sighs, and counts thytears,God shall lift up thy headThrough waves, through clouds and storms,He gently clears thy way;Wait thou His time; so shall the nightSoon end in joyous WILLIAM AND MARY GEORGE II. 79 He everywhere hath sway. And all things serve His might;His every act pure blessing is, His path unsullied light: When he makes bare His arm, What shall His work withstand ?When He His peoples cause defends, Who, who shall stay His hand ? Leave to His sovereign sway To choose, and to command;With wonder fllPd, thou then shalt own How wise, how strong His hand : Thou comprehendst Him not, Yet earth and heaven tell,God sits as sovereign on the throne, He ruleth all things well. Thou seest our weakness, Lord, Our hearts are known to Thee;O lift Thou up the sinking hand, Confirm the feeble knee ! Let us, in life and death, Boldly Thy truth declare ;And publish with our latest breath, Thy love, and guardian care. J. Wesley {from Gerhardt). 8o THE BOOK OF SACRED SONG. AS WORKERS TOGETHER WITH HIM/ IGH on His everlasting throne, The King of Saints His work surveys \Marks the dear souls He calls His own, And smiles on that peculiar race.
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