Jubilate Deo: A Book of Hymns and Tunes for Young and Old

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2 I was not ever thus, nor prayed that | 3 So long thy power hath blest me, sure

IGNAZ PLEYEL.

152 PLEYEL. 7, 7, 7, 7.

1. Hu - man soul, to whom are giv'n Ho ly hungerings

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Faith-ful to the end endure; Make thy heav'n-ly call - ing sure.

153

Wesley's Hymns.

To the Prodigal Son.

i Brother, hast thou wandered far From thy Father's happy home, With thyself and God at war?

Turn thee, brother: homeward come. 2 Hast thou wasted all the powers God for noble uses gave? Squandered life's most golden hours? Turn thee, brother: God can save.

3 Is a mighty famine now

In thy heart and in thy soul?
Discontent upon thy brow?

Turn thee: God will make thee
whole.

4 Fall before him on the ground,
Pour thy sorrow in his ear,
Seek him while he may be found,
Call upon him,— he is near.

James Freeman Clarke.

I When across the inward thought
Comes the emptiness of life,
And it seems that earth has nought
But a vain and weary strife;
2 All to do, and nothing done;
Useless days fast fleeting by;
Wanderings many, progress none;
Faltering steps by fountains dry,—
3 Shall we, in that hapless mood,
Fainting, fall beside the way?
Help us, Giver of all good;

Teach thy weary ones to pray.

4 Oh, forgive our faithless mind;
Raise us from our low estate;
Breathe in us the will to find
Higher life in small and great!

ARTHUR SULLIVAN.

159 HANFORD. 8, 8, 8, 4.

1. My God, my Father, while I stray Far from my home

on life's rough way,

2 Though dark my path, and sad my lot, | 3 Following every voice of mercy
Let me be still and murmur not,
Or breathe the prayer divinely taught,
"Thy will be done."

3 What though in lonely grier I sigh
For friends beloved, no longer nigh,
Submissive would I still reply,

"Thy will be done."

With a trusting, loving heart,
Let us in life's earnest labor
Still be sure to do our part.

4 Now, today, and not tomorrow,
Let us work with all our might,
Lest the wretched faint and perish
In the coming stormy night.

161 Live for Something.

To Stockwell.

I Live for something; be not idle;
Look about thee for employ;
Sit not down to useless dreaming,
Labor is the sweetest joy.

2 Folded hands are ever weary,
Selfish hearts are never gay;
Life for thee hath many duties,
Active be, then, while you may.

Anon.

3 Scatter blessings on your pathway,
Gentle words and cheering smiles;
Better far than gold and silver,
Are their grief-dispelling wiles.

4 As the pleasant sunshine falleth
Ever on the grateful earth,

So let sympathy and kindness
Gladden well the darkened hearth.

Anon.

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