85 ARLINGTON C. M.

Arr. from Thomas A. Arne, 1762

O

4

I Thou art the Way: to Thee

alone From sin and death we

flee;

4

And he who would the Father seek Must seek Him, Lord, by Thee.

AMEN.

2 Thou art the Truth: Thy word alone
True wisdom can impart;
Thou only canst inform the mind,
And purify the heart.

3 Thou art the Life: the rending tomb
Proclaims Thy conquering arm,

86 (SAXBY) L. M.

And those who put their trust in Thee
Nor death nor hell shall harm.

4 Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life:
Grant us that Way to know,
That Truth to keep, that Life to win,
Whose joys eternal flow.

Bishop George W. Doane, 1824

I O MASTER, let me walk with Thee
In lowly paths of service free;

Tell me Thy secret; help me bear
The strain of toil, the fret of care.

2 Help me the slow of heart to move
By some clear winning word of love;
Teach me the wayward feet to stay,
And guide them in the homeward way.

3 Teach me Thy patience; still with Thee.
In closer, dearer company,

In work that keeps faith sweet and strong,
In trust that triumphs over wrong;

4 In hope that sends a shining ray
Far down the future's broadening way;
In peace that only Thou canst give,
With Thee, O Master, let me live.

Rev. Washington Gladden, 1879

I How shall I follow Him I serve? How shall I copy Him I love?

Nor from those bless-ed foot-steps swerve, Which lead me to His seat a-bove? A-MEN.

"Leave this vain world, and follow Me." 4 That "Follow Me" his faithful ear Seemed every day afresh to hear:

2 O soul, bowed down with harrowing Its echoes stirred his spirit still,

5 God gently calls us every day:
Why should we then our bliss delay?
Thou, Lord, e'en now art calling me;
I will leave all, and follow Thee.
Bishop William W. How (verses 4, 5, alt. from Bishop Ken, publ. 1721) 1871

89 GERHARDT 7.6.7.

6. D.

Joseph P. Holbrook, 1862

Ι Ο 20

sa cred Head, now wound-ed, With grief and shame weighed down; noblest brow and dearest, In oth er days the world

3 What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered
Was all for sinners' gain:
Mine, mine was the transgression,
But Thine the deadly pain.
Lo, here I fall, my Saviour!

'Tis I deserve Thy place; Look on me with Thy favor, Vouchsafe to me Thy grace.

4 What language shall I borrow
To thank Thee, dearest Friend,
For this Thy dying sorrow,
Thy pity without end?

O make me Thine for ever;
And should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never
Outlive my love to Thee.

Ascribed to Bernard of Clairvaux (1091-1153). Tr. Rev. Paul
Gerhardt, 1656. Tr. Rev. James W. Alexander, 1830

My rich-est gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. A-MEN.

I 'Tis midnight; and on Olive's brow The star is dimmed that late-ly shone:

'Tis midnight; in the gar-den, now, The suffering Saviour prays a

I Go to dark Geth-sem-a - ne, Ye that feel the tempter's power; Your Redeemer's

I 'TIS midnight; and on Olive's brow 3 'Tis midnight; and, for others' guilt, The star is dimmed that lately shone :

2 'Tis midnight; and, from all removed, 4 'Tis midnight; from the heavenly plains Emmanuel wrestles lone with fears: