Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion Part 83

4 Thou holy G.o.d! preserve my soul From sinful pa.s.sion free; And, pure in heart, may I behold A G.o.d of purity!

492. L. M. Heber.

Give Us Each Day Our Daily Bread.

1 Thy bounteous hand with food can bless The bleak and barren wilderness, And Thou hast taught us, Lord, to pray For daily bread from day to day.

2 And O, when through the wilds we roam That part us from our heavenly home; When, lost in danger, want, and woe, Our faithless tears begin to flow;

3 Do Thou Thy gracious comfort give, By which alone the soul can live; And grant Thy children, Lord, we pray, The bread of life from day to day!

493. 7s. M. Conder.

Deliver Us From Evil.

1 Heavenly Father! to whose eye Future things unfolded lie; Through the desert when I stray Let Thy counsels guide my way.

2 Leave me not, for flesh is frail, Where fierce trials would a.s.sail; Leave me not in darkened hour, To withstand the tempter's power.

3 Lord! uphold me day by day; Shed a light upon my way; Guide me through perplexing snares; Care for me in all my cares.

4 Should Thy wisdom, Lord, decree Trials long and sharp for me, Pain, or sorrow, care or shame,-- Father! glorify Thy name.

5 Let me neither faint nor fear, Feeling still that Thou art near; In the course my Saviour trod, Tending home to Thee, my G.o.d.

494. 7 & 6s. M. Gaskell.

Thine is the Glory Forever.

To Thee, the Lord almighty, Our n.o.blest praise we give, Who all things hast created, And blessest all that live; Whose goodness, never-failing Through countless ages gone, Forever and forever Shall still keep shining on.

495. H. M. Sandys.

Praise Ye the Lord.

1 All, from the sun's uprise Unto his setting rays, Resound in jubilees The great Creator's praise!

Him serve alone; In triumph bring Your gifts, and sing Before His throne!

2 Man drew from man his birth; But G.o.d his n.o.ble frame, (Built of the ruddy earth,) Filled with celestial flame.

His sons we are, By Him are led, Preserved and fed With tender care.

3 Then to His portals press In your divine resorts; With thanks His power profess, And praise Him in His courts.

How good! how pure!

His mercies last; His promise past Is ever sure.

496. 7s. M. Conder.

O Give Thanks Unto the Lord!

1 O, give thanks to Him who made Morning light and evening shade; Source and Giver of all good, Nightly sleep and daily food: Quickener of our wearied powers, Guard of our unconscious hours!

2 O, give thanks to nature's King, Who made every breathing thing; His our warm and sentient frame; His the mind's immortal flame; O, how close the ties that bind Spirits to the Eternal Mind!

3 O give thanks with heart and lip, For we are His workmanship, And all creatures are His care; Not a bird that cleaves the air Falls unnoticed;--but who can Speak the Father's love to man!

4 O give thanks for him who came, In a mortal, suffering frame, Temple of the Deity;-- Came to bear our souls on high; In the path himself hath trod, Leading back his saints to G.o.d.

497. 7 & 6s. M. Anonymous.

Thanksgiving.

1 Meet and right it is to sing, In every time and place, Praises to our heavenly King, The G.o.d of truth and grace.

Join we then in sweet accord, All in one thanksgiving join; Holy, holy, holy Lord, Eternal praise be Thine!

2 Thee, the first-born sons of light, In choral symphonies, Praise alway, day without night, In songs that never cease.

And with them our hearts aspire, On the wings of faith and love, Vying with the heavenly choir, Who chant Thy praise above.

3 Still they sing, with glory crowned, Thanksgiving to Thy name; Lower if our voices sound, Our hymn is still the same; "Glory be to G.o.d on high!"

So the song of angels ran, And our voices still reply, "Good-will on earth to man!"

498. 8, 7 & 4s. M. Breviary.