LINESSUGGESTED BY THE 124TH SELECTION OF PSALMS, FROM THE PRAYER-BOOK, SUNG AT ST. MARK'S CHURCH.
O THAT the power to me were given
To sing as I would sing to-night
A song of praise, of love, of heaven;
Such, only such, I'd sing and write;
But when I strike my lute, its strings
Weak and discordant music brings.
To sing as I would sing to-night
A song of praise, of love, of heaven;
Such, only such, I'd sing and write;
But when I strike my lute, its strings
Weak and discordant music brings.
The fault is mine; full well I know
'That I have wandered from His fold,
Where precious founts, where streamlets flow,
And harps are waiting, strung with gold;
Then nearer, Father, to Thy throne,
The world and sin would I disown.
'That I have wandered from His fold,
Where precious founts, where streamlets flow,
And harps are waiting, strung with gold;
Then nearer, Father, to Thy throne,
The world and sin would I disown.
Beset whichever way we turn,
By snares entangled everywhere,
O Father teach me now to spurn,
Renouncing for a life of prayer;
And listen while my voice I raise
To sing Thy righteousness, Thy praise.
By snares entangled everywhere,
O Father teach me now to spurn,
Renouncing for a life of prayer;
And listen while my voice I raise
To sing Thy righteousness, Thy praise.
