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O Master, Let Me Walk with Thee

Washington Gladden·Modern

Verse 1

O Master, let me walk with Thee
In lowly paths of service free;
Tell me Thy secret; help me bear
The strain of toil, the fret of care.

Verse 2

Help me the slow of heart to move
By some clear winning word of love;
Teach me the wayward feet to stay,
And guide them in the homeward way.

Verse 3

Teach me Thy patience; still with Thee
In closer, dearer company,
In work that keeps faith sweet and strong,
In trust that triumphs over wrong;

Verse 4

In hope that sends a shining ray
Far down the future’s broadening way;
In peace that only Thou canst give,
With Thee, O Master, let me live.

Washington Gladden, “O Master, Let Me Walk with Thee”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 193 · L.M. · Saxby

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How Shall I Follow Him I Serve?

Josiah Conder, 1824, 1836·Modern

Verse 1

How shall I follow Him I serve?
How shall I copy Him I love?
Nor from those blessed footsteps swerve,
Which lead me to His seat above?

Verse 2

Privations, sorrows, bitter scorn,
The life of toil, the mean abode,
The faithless kiss, the crown of thorn,—
Are these the consecrated road?

Verse 3

’Twas thus He suffered, though a Son,
Foreknowing, choosing, feeling all,
Until the perfect work was done,
And drunk the bitter cup of gall.

Verse 4

Lord, should my path through suffering lie,
Forbid it I should e’er repine;
Still let me turn to Calvary,
Nor heed my griefs, remembering Thine.

Verse 5

O let me think how Thou didst leave
Untasted every pure delight,
To fast, to faint, to watch, to grieve,
The toilsome day, the homeless night:—

Verse 6

To faint, to grieve, to die for me!
Thou camest, not Thyself to please;
And, dear as earthly comforts be,
Shall I not love Thee more than these?

Verse 7

Yes, I would count them all but loss,
To gain the notice of Thine eye:
Flesh shrinks and trembles at the cross,
But Thou canst give the victory.

Presbyterian 1895 No. 206 · L.M. · Alsace

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Wait, My Soul, Upon the Lord

William F. Lloyd (1791-1853)·Modern

Verse 1

Wait, my soul, upon the Lord,
To His gracious promise flee,
Laying hold upon His word,
“As thy days thy strength shall be.”

Verse 2

If the sorrows of thy case
Seem peculiar still to thee,
God has promised needful grace:
“As thy days thy strength shall be.”

Verse 3

Days of trial, days of grief,
In succession thou mayst see,
This is still thy sweet relief:
“As thy days thy strength shall be.”

Verse 4

Rock of Ages, I’m secure,
With Thy promise, full and free,
Faithful, positive, and sure,
“As thy days thy strength shall be.”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 514 · 7.7.7.7. · (St. Bees)

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If Thou but Suffer God to Guide Thee

Georg Neumark, 1641: Tr. Catherine Winkworth, 1855, 1863·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

If thou but suffer God to guide thee,
And hope in Him through all thy ways,
He’ll give thee strength, whate’er betide thee,
And bear thee through the evil days:
Who trusts in God’s unchanging love
Builds on the rock that naught can move.

Verse 2

What can these anxious cares avail thee,
These never-ceasing moans and sighs?
What can it help, if thou bewail thee
O’er each dark moment as it flies?
Our cross and trials do but press
The heavier for our bitterness.

Verse 3

Only be still, and wait His leisure
In cheerful hope, with heart content
To take whate’er thy Father’s pleasure
And all-deserving love hath sent;
Nor doubt our inmost wants are known
To Him who chose us for His own.

Verse 4

All are alike before the Highest;
’Tis easy to our God, we know,
To raise thee up though low thou liest,
To make the rich man poor and low;
True wonders still by Him are wrought
Who setteth up and brings to naught.

Verse 5

Sing, pray, and keep His ways unswerving,
So do thine own part faithfully,
And trust His word,—though undeserving,
Thou yet shalt find it true for thee;
God never yet forsook at need
The soul that trusted Him indeed.

Presbyterian 1895 No. 515 · 9.8.9.8.8.8. · Neumark

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God Moves in a Mysterious Way

William Cowper·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.

Verse 2

Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill
He treasures up His bright designs,
And works His sovereign will.

Verse 3

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.

Verse 4

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.

Verse 5

His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.

Verse 6

Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan His work in vain;
God is His own Interpreter,
And He will make it plain.

William Cowper, “God Moves in a Mysterious Way”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 536 · C.M. · (St. Nathaniel)

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O Holy Saviour, Friend Unseen

Charlotte Elliott·Modern

Verse 1

O Holy Saviour, Friend unseen,
Since on Thine arm Thou bidd’st me lean,
Help me, throughout life’s varying scene,
By faith to cling to Thee.

Verse 2

Blest with this fellowship Divine,
Take what Thou wilt, I’ll ne’er repine;
E’en as the branches to the vine,
My soul would cling to Thee.

Verse 3

Far from her home, fatigued, oppressed,
Here she has found her place of rest,
An exile still, yet not unblest,
While she can cling to Thee.

Verse 4

What though the world deceitful prove,
And earthly friends and joys remove,
With patient, uncomplaining love
Still would I cling to Thee.

Verse 5

Though faith and hope may long be tried,
I ask not, need not aught beside;
How safe, how calm, how satisfied,
The souls that cling to Thee!

Verse 6

Blest is my lot, whate’er befall;
What can disturb me, who appal,
While as my Strength, my Rock, my All,
Saviour, I cling to Thee?

Charlotte Elliott, “O Holy Saviour, Friend Unseen”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 549 · 8.8.8.6. · Derry

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Wait, My Soul, Upon the Lord

William F. Lloyd·Modern

Verse 1

Wait, my soul, upon the Lord,
To His gracious promise flee,
Laying hold upon His word,
“As thy days thy strength shall be.”

Verse 2

If the sorrows of thy case
Seem peculiar still to thee,
God has promised needful grace:
“As thy days thy strength shall be.”

Verse 3

Days of trial, days of grief,
In succession thou mayst see,
This is still thy sweet relief:
“As thy days thy strength shall be.”

Verse 4

Rock of Ages, I’m secure,
With Thy promise, full and free,
Faithful, positive, and sure,
“As thy days thy strength shall be.”

Gospel Hymns 1895 No. 736 · 7.7.7.7. · (St. Bees)