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And found in Christ alone; 11 : Lord, grant Thy little children,
To know Thee as their own.:||
242 SHEPHERD of tender youth,
Guiding in love and truth,
Through devious ways; Christ our triumphant King, We come Thy name to sing, And here our children bring,
To shout Thy praise.
2 Thou art our holy Lord,
Healer of strife:
And give us life.
3 Thou art the great High-Priest;
Of holy love:
Help from above.
4 Ever be near our side,
Our Staff and Song:
Jesus, Thou Christ of God,
Make our faith strong.
5 So now, until we die,
And joyful sing :
Clement of Alexandria.
H. M. Dexter, Tr.
243 THE truest Friend abides in heaven;
On earth our friends are rare and few; The world to faithlessness is given;
Her children often prove untrue: And therefore I must here contend That Jesus is my truest Friend.
2 Men like a cradle sway and falter,
But Jesus like a rock doth stand; Though storms of woe my fortune alter,
He holds me firmly by the hand : Yea, He stands by me to the end, So Jesus is my truest Friend.
3 For me He suffers crucifixion,
For me He sheds His precious blood, He lends me help in my affliction,
His counsels all are wise and good:
4 My Friend, such faithfulness possessing;
My Friend, whose own I am for aye;
My Friend e'en unto death will stay.
244 THERE is a gentle Gard'ner,
Who owns a garden fair,
Enjoy His tender care,
Enjoy His tender care.
And soft, refreshing rain;
And sweetest fragrance gain.: || 3 They fondly love the Gard'ner,
And all to Him incline,
They seek Him to entwine.: 1! 4 And when their day is ended
He takes them to His breast,
To regions ever blest. : ||
5 There shall those flowers glisten
In beauty evermore, !! : Nor cold nor frost shall blight them
On that celestial shore. :!| 6 Thou Gard'ner true and gentle,
Care for us every day, ll: That we in yonder garden May thrive and bloom for aye. : ||
von Schenkendorf. H. Brueckner, Tr.
245 WITH noiseless step an angel
Doth pass through ev'ry land;
Though he is near at hand.
2 From house to house he wanders,
And where a child obeys
The kindly angel stays
3 He shares its joyful moments,
And guards it while at play;
And promptly to obey.
K. L. T. Lieth.
246 HUSH'D was the evening hymn,
The temple courts were dark;
Before the sacred ark;
Rang through the silence of the shrine. 2 The old man, meek and mild,
The priest of Israel, slept;
The little Levite, kept;
The Lord to Hannah's son revealed. 3 O give me Samuel's ear,
The open ear, O Lord, Alive and quick to hear
Each whisper of Thy Word; Like him to answer at Thy call,
And to obey Thee first of all. 4 O give me Samuel's heart,
A lowly heart that waits
Or watches at Thy gates
Moves at the breathing of Thy will. 5 O give me Samuel's mind,
A sweet, unmurmuring faith,
To Thee in life and death;
J. D. Burns.