2 What wants that make no sign, 3 4 That ask no aid but Thine, Father of Mercies! here before Thee swell! All their deep waters lie To Thee revealed, in each close bosom cell. Be Thou be Thou our aid! O let Thy love pervade The haunted breast of self-accusing sin! To win from Thee a shower Of healing gifts for every wound within. Thanks for each gift divine! Blessing and love, O Thou that hearest prayer! Bearing our hearts on high, And seed, that waits Thy harvest time, spring there! 66. P. M. 1 Father! refuge of my soul! 2 Other refuge have I none: With the shadow of Thy wing! 3 Thou, O God! art all I want; Boundless love in Thee I find: 67. C. M. 1 Father of all! in every age, By saint, by savage, and by sage, 2 What conscience dictates to be done, This, teach me more than hell to shun, 3 If I am right, Thy grace impart, If I am wrong, O teach my heart 4 Save me alike from foolish pride, At aught Thy wisdom hath denied, 5 Teach me to feel another's woe, 6 This day be bread and peace my lot; All else beneath the sun, Thou know'st if best bestowed or not; 7 To Thee, whose temple is all space, 68. C. M. 1 Celestial King! our spirits lie 2 When shall we see the great unknown, 3 In Thee what endless wonders meet! 4 When Mercy joins with Majesty, 5 Created powers, how weak they be! So much akin to nothing we, 1 Far from mortal cares retreating, Sordid hopes and fond desires, Here our willing footsteps meeting, Every heart to heaven aspires. From the fount of glory beaming, Light celestial cheers our eyes; Mercy from above proclaiming, Peace and pardon from the skies. 2 Who may share this great salvation? God withholds His care from none; From the fountain of His throne. 3 Every stain of guilt abhorring, 70. L. M. 1 Both heaven and earth do worship Thee, Thou Father of eternity! With splendour from Thy glory spread, Are heaven and earth replenished. 2 To Thee all angels loudly cry, The heavens and all the powers on high; |