3 Should Thy mercy send me Sorrow, toil, and woe; Or should pain attend me On my path below; Grant that I may never Fail Thy hand to see; Grant that I may ever
Cast my care on Thee.
4 When my last hour cometh, Fraught with strife and pain, When my dust returneth
To the dust again;
On thy truth relying,
Through that mortal strife,
Jesus, take me, dying,
To eternal life.
[ERUSALEM, the golden! With milk and honey blest; Beneath thy contemplation Sink heart and voice opprest I know not, O, I know not, What joys await us there! What radiancy of glory!
What bliss beyond compare! 2 There is the throne of David; And there, from care released, The shout of them that triumph, The song of them that feast.
And they, who with their Leader, Have conquered in the fight, Forever and forever
Are clad in robes of white. 3 O sweet and blessed country, The home of God's elect! O sweet and blessed country, That eager hearts expect! Jesus, in mercy bring us
To that dear land of rest! Who art, with God the Father, And Spirit, ever blest.
Bernard of Cluny. J. M. Neale, Tr.
ESUS, Lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high! Hide me, O my Savior, hide, Till the storm of life be past; Safe into the heaven guide;
O receive my soul at last! 2 Other refuge have I none;
Hangs my helpless soul on Thee: Leave, ah, leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me! All my trust on Thee is stayed, All my help from Thee I bring: Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of Thy wing.
3 Plenteous grace with Thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin; Let the healing streams abound; Make and keep me pure within. Thou of life the fountain art, Freely let me take of Thee: Spring Thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity.
Over life's tempestuous sea;
Unknown waves before me roll, Hiding rock and treach'rous shoal; Chart and compass come from Thee: Jesus, Savior, pilot me.
2 As a mother stills her child,
Thou canst hush the ocean wild; Boisterous waves obey Thy will When Thou sayst to them, "Be still." Wondrous Sovereign of the sea, Jesus, Savior, pilot me.
3 When at last I reach the shore, And the fearful breakers roar "Twixt me and the peaceful rest, Then, while leaning on Thy breast, May I hear Thee say to me, "Fear not, I will pilot thee!"
While life's race we run; So will we, without delaying, Follow Thee, nor ever straying: Lead us hand in hand To the Fatherland.
2 Should we here fare ill, Keep us steadfast still:
Yea, when days with burdens heap us, Laden sore from murmurs keep us, Since by crosses here
Thou dost draw us near.
3 Should some heart bemoan Sorrows all its own,
Or by outward troubles driven, Patience, Lord, for each be given: Turn our thoughts the more Tow'rd the end in store.
4 Order Thou our way, Blessed Lord, each day;
If by rough paths Thou shouldst send us, With all needful care attend us:
When the journey's o'er
Open wide Thy door.
N. L. Zinzendorf. A. Ramsay, Tr.
Jesu, geh voran
JESUS, still lead on,
And although the way be cheerless, We will follow, calm and fearless. Guide us by Thy hand.
To our Fatherland!
2 If the way be drear, If the foe be near,
Let no faithless fears o'ertake us, Let not faith and hope forsake us; For through many a woe To our home we go.
3 When we seek relief From a long-felt grief; When temptations come alluring, Make us patient and enduring: Show us that bright shore Where we weep no more!
4 Jesus, still lead on,
Till our rest be won;
Heavenly Leader, still direct us, Still support, console, protect us, Till we safely stand
Ir our Fatherland!
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