Nor is the least a cheerful heart
That tastes those gifts with joy.
Through ev'ry period of my life
May I Thy love proclaim;
And after death, in distant worlds
Resume the glorious theme.
Yea, through eternal ages, Lord;
I would my tribute raise;
But, oh! eternity's too short
To utter all Thy praise.
HYMN 128.
When cares of life around me press,
And worldly thoughts invade,
Thou, Lord, wilt succour my distress,
And grant Thy Spirit's aid.
When sin, the world, and Satan try
To snare and fetter me,
Thou wilt Thy heav'nly grace supply,
And set Thy servant free.
Guarded by Thee, my dying day
Shall need no help beside!
Thy rod and staff shall be my stay,
Thy light shall be my guide.
HYMN 129.
When Christ came down on earth of old,
He took our nature poor and low;
He wore no form of angel mould,
But shared our weakness and our woe.
