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Hymns from the East
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To Judgment shall appear; —
Keep watch, my soul, in fear,
The Judge of men is near.
II
Then kings and princes great,
The rich and poor shall meet;
And high and low estate,
Shall gather round His feet; —
Keep watch, my soul, in fear,
The Judge of men is near.
III
No crafty words shall mar,
Nor sophistry distract;
No parrying counsel jar
With the eternal fact; —
Keep watch, my soul, in fear,
The Judge of men is near.
IV
O Christ, in mercy then,
Forbid my soul should go
With lost and ruined men
Down to the place of woe; —
Keep watch, my soul, in fear,
The Judge of men is near.
ASPIRATIONS
I
I sought the Lord at early morn,
When earth awoke to see the light;
And to my soul a light was borne
That quelled the darkness of my night;
He heard my prayer at early morn,
And light into my heart was borne.
II
I sought the Lord when noontide shone,
And head and hand earth’s duties shared;
“I am Thy servant, Lord, alone,”
I said, and told Him how I fared;
He heard my prayer as I drew near,
And kept me at my task, sincere.
III
I sought the Lord when evening fell,
And night came gliding on apace;
For I had sins my Lord to tell,
And He is full of pardoning grace;
He heard my prayer, and bade me rest,
And in His love my soul was blest.
IV
At morn, at noon, at night I’ll pray,
And Thou, O Lord, my prayer wilt hear,
For Thou art near my path alway,
To aid, to comfort, or to cheer;
No hour too early, none too late,
To knock imploring at Thy gate.
V
O Jesus Christ, to Thee be praise,
’Tis Thou hast taught my soul to pray,
For Thou didst speak with God always,
At morn, at noon, at close of day;
And Thou hast said He hears the prayer,
The longing soul breathes everywhere.
I
O, touch my heart, and bring to mind
The sin I should deplore;
And give me grace, Thou God most kind,
That I may sin no more.
II
O, touch my heart till tears run fast,
In penitence sincere;
And may the memories of the past
Teach me to walk in fear.
III
For I have strayed, and Thou hast sought,
And I have strayed again;
O, may the wanderer Thou hast brought
Within Thy fold remain.
IV
Keep watch, my soul, in fear,
The Judge of men is near.
II
Then kings and princes great,
The rich and poor shall meet;
And high and low estate,
Shall gather round His feet; —
Keep watch, my soul, in fear,
The Judge of men is near.
III
No crafty words shall mar,
Nor sophistry distract;
No parrying counsel jar
With the eternal fact; —
Keep watch, my soul, in fear,
The Judge of men is near.
IV
O Christ, in mercy then,
Forbid my soul should go
With lost and ruined men
Down to the place of woe; —
Keep watch, my soul, in fear,
The Judge of men is near.
ASPIRATIONS
I
I sought the Lord at early morn,
When earth awoke to see the light;
And to my soul a light was borne
That quelled the darkness of my night;
He heard my prayer at early morn,
And light into my heart was borne.
II
I sought the Lord when noontide shone,
And head and hand earth’s duties shared;
“I am Thy servant, Lord, alone,”
I said, and told Him how I fared;
He heard my prayer as I drew near,
And kept me at my task, sincere.
III
I sought the Lord when evening fell,
And night came gliding on apace;
For I had sins my Lord to tell,
And He is full of pardoning grace;
He heard my prayer, and bade me rest,
And in His love my soul was blest.
IV
At morn, at noon, at night I’ll pray,
And Thou, O Lord, my prayer wilt hear,
For Thou art near my path alway,
To aid, to comfort, or to cheer;
No hour too early, none too late,
To knock imploring at Thy gate.
V
O Jesus Christ, to Thee be praise,
’Tis Thou hast taught my soul to pray,
For Thou didst speak with God always,
At morn, at noon, at close of day;
And Thou hast said He hears the prayer,
The longing soul breathes everywhere.
I
O, touch my heart, and bring to mind
The sin I should deplore;
And give me grace, Thou God most kind,
That I may sin no more.
II
O, touch my heart till tears run fast,
In penitence sincere;
And may the memories of the past
Teach me to walk in fear.
III
For I have strayed, and Thou hast sought,
And I have strayed again;
O, may the wanderer Thou hast brought
Within Thy fold remain.
IV
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