2. From the world of sin and noise, For the small and inward voice Silent am I now and still; Dare not in Thy presence move: To my waiting soul reveal All the secret of Thy love. Charles Wesley. 466. I. As The Silent Hour. S the storm retreating Leaves the vales in peace, Let the world's vain noises O'er our spirits cease. 2. Sounds of wrath and striving, Hearts with heaven contending,— Hear we now no more. 3. Now the hours of stillness Heaven unfolds before us, 4. Holy human faces, From earth's shadows free, 5. Almost we discern them, Almost read their smile, Almost hear them saying, "Wait a little while." 6.5.6.5. 6. Thus, in hours of stillness, Faith to heaven shall rise, Theodore C. Williams. 467. Conference with God. 1. SPEAK, Lord, unto Thy people speak, On us let Thine own presence break, 2. Speak, Lord, unto our inmost heart Our every task assign! 3. They spoke with Thee, Thy saints of yore, They gathered thence their life and lore; 4. Not less our longing hearts inspire, Not less would we Thy will inquire; 5. Not only our own soul's affairs We come with larger hopes and prayers; 6. About Thy kingdom we confer, Thou King of kings, with Thee; Oh send us forth aglow, astir, C.M. 7. Let holier living witness bear 468. 469. I. To life thereby bestowed; And words and deeds of might declare Our conference with God. Saving Grace. VIEW me, Lord, a work of Thine! T. H. Gill. Shall I then lie drowned in night? Might Thy grace in me but shine, 2. But my soul still surfeits so On the poisoned baits of sin, 3. Cleanse me, Lord, that I may kneel Dwell no more on earth's delight. When the heavenly light appears; 75. Thomas Campion (1613). We Come to Thee. LIKE tired children, Lord, we come, L.M. We turn our wandering footsteps home; We scarce the narrow path can see ; Our strength is spent--we come to Thee. 2. In busy life, with cares oppressed, 3. Slowly with pain we onward move : A. R. Ireland. 470. Let us not Fall. 8.8.8.4. I. JORD! amid paths diverging wide, Our untaught footsteps need a guide, 2. Lord! we are blind and deaf and lame, 3. Lord! evermore Thy face we seek : 4. All Thy good work in us complete, . Thy law, Thy charge, Thy peace are sweet : 5. Often does grateful memory cast A backward look, and view the past, Till hope grows bright that Faith will last, And never fall. Philip Doddridge. 471. 472. I. I. Turning to God. KING of mercy, King of love, Whose I am, in whom I move, 2. Grant I may, my chief desire, 3. That hereafter, when I look 4. Only Thine, O Lord, the art 5. Lord, then take it: leave it not Since I would not have it mine, 75. Henry Vaughan (1614-1695). О THOU from whom all goodness flows, I lift my heart to Thee; In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes, Good Lord, remember me! |