But not my Church, my dear old Church, My fa-thers' and my own!! yold Shall call me to His own. A-MEN. 3 My Church! my Church! I love my Church, 4 Then here, my Church! my dearold Church! For she doth lead me on To Zion's palace beautiful. Where Christ my Lord hath gone. From all below she bids me go To Him, the Life, the Way, The Truth to guide my erring feet From darkness into day. Thy child would add a vow, To that whose token once was signed Upon his infant brow: Assault who may, kiss and betray, Dishonor and disown, My Church shall yet be dear to me, My fathers' and my own! Anonymous. 1. Thou, whose un-meas-ured tem- ple stands, Built 0 Iver earth and Spirit, sea, meet Composer Unknown. 279. Christ Is the Foundation. Pitts. 65, 65. D. 2 On the Rock of Ages Resting broad and deep, Till, through Christ, they raise us 3 Here may faith attending 4 Here may every token dat Of thy presence be, Here may chains be broken, Prisoners here set free: Here may light illumine 5 Here may God the Father, Till the whole creation At Thy footstool fall, Own Thee Lord of all. John Samuel Bewley Monsell, 1866. 280. Founded on Thee, Our Only Lord. German Melody: arr. by SAMUEL DYER, 1828. 3 Come, with Thy Spirit and Thy power, 4 Accept the work our hands have wrought; Be Thou our Rock, our Life, our Thought, 281. Jehovah, God, Who Dwelt of Old. 282. Thou Who the Night in Prayer Didst Spend. Han lefver! o min ande känn. 88, 88, 88. HAEFFNER'S Koralbok, 1819. 1. Thou Who the night in prayer didst spend, And then the twelve to preach didst send; may Thy pas-tors faith-ful be, Not la-b'ring for themselves, but Thee; 2. 0 #2 #4 And bidst us pray the har-vest's Lord To send forth sow-ers of Thy Word, Give grace to feed with wholesome food The sheep and lambs bought by Thy blood; Hear, and Thy cho-sen serv-ants bless With sev'nfold gifts of holi-ness. |