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CHRIST ALL IN ALL.
To whom, O Saviour, shall we go?
What teacher shall we choose for guide?
With Thee eternal truths abide,
From Thee the living waters flow.
What teacher shall we choose for guide?
With Thee eternal truths abide,
From Thee the living waters flow.
Shall we to Science lend an ear,
Or of her teaching make a choice,
Mistaking hers for heavenly voice,
Beguiled to listen and to hear?
Or of her teaching make a choice,
Mistaking hers for heavenly voice,
Beguiled to listen and to hear?
Science has nothing for the soul,
Her world is bounded by the sight;
Her teaching cold as Northern light
That plays around the Arctic pole.
Her world is bounded by the sight;
Her teaching cold as Northern light
That plays around the Arctic pole.
Shall we to Nature fondly turn,
Hear what of God she can declare;
What we can find in earth or air
To make the heart with rapture burn?
Hear what of God she can declare;
What we can find in earth or air
To make the heart with rapture burn?
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Nature can offer us no balm
To stanch an open, running sore
That bleeds and festers at the core,
Or o'er the conscience shed a calm.
To stanch an open, running sore
That bleeds and festers at the core,
Or o'er the conscience shed a calm.
Whether or no I grieve or weep,
Stars roll unheeding through the skies,
Suns in the heavens set and rise,
And tides along the ocean sweep.
Stars roll unheeding through the skies,
Suns in the heavens set and rise,
And tides along the ocean sweep.
'Tis Thine, O Lord, to save from sin,
To comfort, succour, strengthen, heal;
And Thou dost with and for us feel,
And hearts from sorest sorrows win.
To comfort, succour, strengthen, heal;
And Thou dost with and for us feel,
And hearts from sorest sorrows win.
Beauty for ashes Thou dost give,
The oil of joy for mourners' ways,
For heaviness the robes of praise,
And bidd'st the dying sinner live.
The oil of joy for mourners' ways,
For heaviness the robes of praise,
And bidd'st the dying sinner live.
Then trust we only in Thy Word,
And lowly at Thy feet we fall;
Thou art our hope, our life, our all,
Redeemer, Saviour, God, and Lord!
And lowly at Thy feet we fall;
Thou art our hope, our life, our all,
Redeemer, Saviour, God, and Lord!
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