2 Govern'd by thine only will, All thy words we would fulfil, Would in all thy footsteps go, Walk as Jesus walked below. 3 While thou didst on earth appear, Servant to thy servants here,
Mindful of thy place above,
All thy life was prayer and love. 4 Such our whole employment be, Works of faith and charity, Works of love on man bestow'd, Secret intercourse with God.
O where is he that trod the sea?
'Tis only he can save;
To thousands hungering wearily
A wondrous meal he gave;
Full soon, celestially fed,
Their rustic fare they take; 'Twas springtide when he blest the And harvest when he brake. [bread,
4 O where is he that trod the sea?
My soul, the Lord is here:
Let all thy fears be hushed in thee;
To leap, to look, to hear
Be thine: thy needs he'll satisfy.
Art thou diseased or dumb,
Or dost thou in thine hunger cry?
"I come," saith Christ, "I come."
Thy conflict and thy victory too.
2 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal, The desert thy temptations knew,
Such deference to thy Father's will,
Such love, and meekness so divine,
I would transcribe and make them mine.
3 Cold mountains and the midnight air
Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer;
4 Then, in clear daylight, shall we see
Where walked the sinless Son of God;
And, aided by new strength from thee,
Press onward in the path he trod.
William Cullen Bryant
More of thy gracious image here;
4 Be thou my pattern; make me bear
Then God, the Judge, shall own my name
Among the followers of the Lamb.
bear The strain of toil, the fret of care.
While listening thousands gathered round, And joy and glad
I. O Master, it is good to be High on the moun-tain here with thee,
D. C. Or caught the still small whis-per,higher Than storm,than earthquake,or than fire.
Where stand re- vealed to mor- tal gaze Those glor-ious saints of
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