Sheds the secret tear, God His watch is keep - ing, Though none else is near. A-MEN.

(See also PENITENCE, No. 482)

2 God will never leave thee,
All thy wants He knows,
Feels the pains that grieve thee,
Sees thy cares and woes:
Raise thine eyes to heaven
When thy spirits quail,
When, by tempests driven,
Heart and courage fail.

3 All thy woe and sadness,
In this world below,
Balance not the gladness
Thou in heaven shalt know,
When thy gracious Saviour
In the realms above

Crowns thee with His favor,

Fills thee with His love.

Heinrich S. Oswald, 1826. Trans. by Frances E. Cox, 1841

607 (MARY MAGDALENE) 6.5.6.5.D.

1 Purer yet, and purer
I would be in mind;
Dearer yet and dearer
Every duty find;
Hoping still and trusting
Thee without a fear,
Patiently believing

Thou wilt make all clear:

2 Calmer yet and calmer
Trials bear and pain;
Surer yet and surer
Peace at last to gain;
Bearing still and doing,

To my lot resigned,
And to right subduing

Heart and will and mind:

2 Lead us, O Father, in the paths of truth;
Unhelped by Thee, in error's maze we grope,
While passion stains and folly dims our youth,
And age comes on uncheered by faith and hope.
3 Lead us, O Father, in the paths of right;
Blindly we stumble when we walk alone,
Involved in shadows of a moral night;
Only with Thee we journey safely on.

4 Lead us, O Father, to Thy heavenly rest,
However rough and steep the path may be;
Through joy or sorrow, as Thou deemest best,
Until our lives are perfected in Thee.

William H. Burleigh, 1868

1 O love Di-vine, how sweet thou art! When shall I find my will - ing heart Al!

ta-ken up by thee? I thirst and faint and die

2 Stronger His love than death or hell; 3 God only knows the love of God:

Its riches are unsearchable:

The firstborn sons of light Desire in vain its depth to see; They cannot reach the mystery,

The length and breadth and height.

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DUKE STREET L. M.

John Hatton, c. 1793

1 'Tis by the faith of joys to come We walk through deserts dark as night:

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heaven, our home, Faith is our guide, and faith our light. A-MEN.

Amidst a thou-sand thoughts I rove, For-get-ful of my high-est love. A MEN.

2 Why should my passions mix with earth,
And thus debase my heavenly birth?
Why should I cleave to things below,
And let my God, my Saviour, go?

3 Call me away from flesh and sense:
One sovereign word can draw me thence;

I would obey the voice Divine,
And all inferior joys resign.

4 Be earth, with all her scenes, withdrawn,
Let noise and vanity be gone;
In secret silence of the mind
My heaven, and there my God, I find.

Rev. Isaac Watts, 1709