Part 81 (1/2)

The power of pain,

And wake a white-winged angel throng Of thoughts, illumed By faith, and breathed in raptured song, With love perfumed. [25]

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Then His unveiled, sweet mercies show [1]

Life's burdens light.

I kiss the cross, and wake to know A world more bright.

And o'er earth's troubled, angry sea [5]

I see Christ walk, And come to me, and tenderly, Divinely talk.

Thus Truth engrounds me on the rock, Upon Life's sh.o.r.e, [10]

'Gainst which the winds and waves can shock, Oh, nevermore!

From tired joy and grief afar, And nearer Thee,- Father, where Thine own children are, [15]

I love to be.

My prayer, some daily good to do To Thine, for Thee; An offering pure of Love, whereto G.o.d leadeth me. [20]

”Feed My Sheep”

Shepherd, show me how to go O'er the hillside steep, How to gather, how to sow,- How to feed Thy sheep;

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I will listen for Thy voice, [1]

Lest my footsteps stray; I will follow and rejoice All the rugged way.

Thou wilt bind the stubborn will, [5]

Wound the callous breast, Make self-righteousness be still, Break earth's stupid rest.

Strangers on a barren sh.o.r.e, Lab'ring long and lone, [10]

We would enter by the door, And Thou know'st Thine own;

So, when day grows dark and cold, Tear or triumph harms, Lead Thy lambkins to the fold, [15]

Take them in Thine arms; Feed the hungry, heal the heart, Till the morning's beam; White as wool, ere they depart, Shepherd, wash them clean.

Communion Hymn