Ah! then, my prayer, now feebly breathed,
Shall lose itself in praise,
Glad echoes through thy courts resound,
For endless, happy days.
Shall lose itself in praise,
Glad echoes through thy courts resound,
For endless, happy days.
"I"
A veil of mist by which the sight
Doth lose its clearer rays;
A restless thought that mars content,
And dims the brightest days;
What is the cloud in azure sky?
It is that little vexing "I."
Doth lose its clearer rays;
A restless thought that mars content,
And dims the brightest days;
What is the cloud in azure sky?
It is that little vexing "I."
So dearly loved, so petted, spoiled,
Through many a listless day,
When, but for it, a busy life
Could shadows chase away,
The tangled thread that goes awry
Is but that little selfish "I."
Through many a listless day,
When, but for it, a busy life
Could shadows chase away,
The tangled thread that goes awry
Is but that little selfish "I."
Ah! more than that! thine image, Lord,
Is "darkly" seen by me,
Until thy love my heart shall fill,
And self be lost in thee;
By strength divine, when thou art nigh,
Toward heavenly things my thoughts shall fly.
Is "darkly" seen by me,
Until thy love my heart shall fill,
And self be lost in thee;
By strength divine, when thou art nigh,
Toward heavenly things my thoughts shall fly.
MISSIONARY HYMN
The fields are ripe for harvest
But laborers are few;
We may not stand as idlers
While God hath work to do.
But laborers are few;
We may not stand as idlers
While God hath work to do.
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