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XIX. FOR THE BROTHERHOOD.
Head of Thy patient church beneath,
Attend the faithful prayer we breathe
In Thy own Spirit's power;
And by Thy grace protect, and keep,
Thy little flock of helpless sheep
In every trying hour.
Attend the faithful prayer we breathe
In Thy own Spirit's power;
And by Thy grace protect, and keep,
Thy little flock of helpless sheep
In every trying hour.
Our brethren, and companions dear,
Who suffer in Thy kingdom here,
Preserve in their distress;
Support us by that glorious hope,
And bring, O bring us quickly up
Out of the wilderness.
Who suffer in Thy kingdom here,
Preserve in their distress;
Support us by that glorious hope,
And bring, O bring us quickly up
Out of the wilderness.
The lion roaring for his prey,
Ah! do not suffer him to slay
One soul that would be Thine:
To us the wiles of Satan show,
And arm us 'gainst our hellish foe
In panoply Divine.
Ah! do not suffer him to slay
One soul that would be Thine:
To us the wiles of Satan show,
And arm us 'gainst our hellish foe
In panoply Divine.
By human wolves encompass'd round,
Let none without the fold be found
Of all Thy lambs or sheep:
From worldly rage and malice hide,
And keep us ever by Thy side,
And in Thy bosom keep.
Let none without the fold be found
Of all Thy lambs or sheep:
From worldly rage and malice hide,
And keep us ever by Thy side,
And in Thy bosom keep.
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But above all Thy power display,
To screen us in our evil day
And from ourselves defend;
Subdue, destroy our foes within,
And save the tempted soul from sin,
And save us to the end.
To screen us in our evil day
And from ourselves defend;
Subdue, destroy our foes within,
And save the tempted soul from sin,
And save us to the end.
O for Thy great and glorious name,
The dire reproach, the guilty shame,
The cursed thing avert;
In all the' assaults of sense and pride
Continue on Thy people's side,
And guard the feeble heart.
The dire reproach, the guilty shame,
The cursed thing avert;
In all the' assaults of sense and pride
Continue on Thy people's side,
And guard the feeble heart.
No more may we to sin submit,
But trample it beneath our feet
With holy rage and scorn,
Till each is more than conqueror,
And all obtain the perfect power,
And all to God return.
But trample it beneath our feet
With holy rage and scorn,
Till each is more than conqueror,
And all obtain the perfect power,
And all to God return.
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