2 All-wise, almighty, and all-good, In Thee I firmly trust; Thy ways, unknown or understood, Are merciful and just.
3 May I remember that to Thee Whate'er I have I owe; And back in gratitude from me May all Thy bounties flow.
4 Thy gifts are only then enjoyed, When used as talents lent; Those talents only well employed, When in Thy service spent.
5 And though Thy wisdom takes away, Shall I arraign Thy will? No, let me bless Thy name, and say "The Lord is gracious still."
6 A pilgrim through the earth I roam, Of nothing long possessed, And all must fail when I go home, For this is not my rest.
1 Speak with us, Lord; Thyself reveal, While here on earth we rove; Speak to our hearts, and let us feel The kindlings of Thy love.
2 With Thee conversing, we forget All toil and time and care; Labor is rest, and pain is sweet, If Thou art present there.
3 Here then, our God, be pleased to stay, And bid our hearts rejoice; Our bounding hearts shall own Thy sway, And echo to Thy voice.
4 Thou callest us to seek Thy face; Thy face, O God, we seek, Attend the whispers of Thy grace, And hear Thee inly speak.
1 Father divine, our wants relieve In this our evil day; To all Thy tempted children give The power to watch and pray.
2 Long as our fiery trials last, Long as the cross we bear, O, let our souls on Thee be cast, In never-ceasing prayer!
3 Thy spirit of untroubled peace Give us in faith to claim, To wrestle till we see Thy face, And know Thy hidden name.
4 Till Thou Thy perfect love impart, Till Thou Thyself bestow, Be this the cry of every heart,-- I will not let Thee go;
5 I will not let Thee go, unless Thou tell Thy name to me; With all Thy great salvation bless, And make me all like Thee.
6 Then let us, on the mountain top, Behold Thine unveiled face, Where faith in sight is swallowed up, And prayer in endless praise.
1 O almighty God of love! Thy holy arm display; Send us succor from above, Against the evil day; Arm our weakness with Thy power; Put Thy strength our hearts within; Be our stronghold and our tower Against the assaults of sin.
2 Could we of Thy strength take hold, And always feel Thee near, Confident, divinely bold, Our souls would know no fear. Nothing could their firmness shock; Though the gates of hell assail, Were we built upon the rock They never could prevail.