Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes, Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies: Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee: In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me. 133 I NCARNATE God! the soul, that knows Angels, unseen, attend the saints, Crosses and changes are their lot, But since their Saviour changes not, 134 10 Zion's hill I lift mine eyes, From Zion's hill, and Zion's God Rest, then, my soul, in safety rest, Shelter'd beneath the Almighty wings, Where neither sun nor moon shall thee, At home, abroad, in peace, in war, 135 ПHE Lord my shepherd is, THE And He my soul will keep; And watcheth o'er his sheep. He leads my feet; and, when I roam, His faithful flock should take. Them who his voice obey, His love will ne'er forsake; For He has pledged his holy name; L Let me but feel him near, The shadowy valley through: With rod and staff, my Shepherd's care My foes stand silent by; My cruse is never dry: And surely love and mercy will 136 S God leads me, will I go, Let him choose the joy or woe They cannot hurt my soul, I leave to him the whole, His children may. As God leads me, I am still Though his purpose my self-will Yet I wish that none Till the end be won That he hath plann'd. As God leads, I am content; 137 To him I take my fear, As God leads me, it is mine Fulfill'd be his decree! What he shall choose for me, As God leads me, so my heart No grief nor fear my soul shall part In sweet belief I know, life doth go Since God permitteth so That must be best. S through this wilderness I stray, Be Thou my light, be Thou my way; No foes, no evil, need I fear, If thou, my Lord, my God, art near. When rising floods my soul o'erflow, And raise my head, and cheer my heart. Teach me, where'er thy steps I see, If rough and thorny be the way, 138 WH THAT tho' no flowers the fig-tree clothe, Tho' vines their fruit The labour of the olive fail, And fields no meat supply: deny, Tho' from the fold, with sad surprise, Tho' famine pine in empty stalls, Yet in the Lord will I be glad, God is the treasure of my soul, The source of lasting joy; A joy which want shall not impair, |