1Jesus, Savior, pilot meover life’s tempestuous sea;unknown waves before me roll,hiding rock and treacherous shoal.Chart and compass come from thee;Jesus, Savior, pilot me. 2As a mother stills her child,thou canst hush the ocean wild;boisterous waves obey thy will,when thou sayest to them, “Be still!”Wondrous sovreign of the sea,Jesus, Savior, pilot me. 3When at last I […]
1The Lord’s my Shepherd, I’ll not want.He makes me down to lieIn pastures green; He leadeth meThe quiet waters by. 2My soul He doth restore again.And me to walk doth makeWithin the paths of righteousness,E’en for His own name’s sake. 3Yea, though I walk in death’s dark vale,Yet will I fear no ill,For Thou art
1Jesus, guide our wayTo eternal day:So shall we, no more delaying,Follow Thee, Thy voice obeying:Lead us by the handTo our Father’s land. 2When we danger meetSteadfast make our feet;Lord, preserve us uncomplainingMid the darkness round us reigning:Through adversity lies our way to Thee. 3Order all our wayThrough the mortal day:In our toil, with aid be
1O let me walk with Thee, my God,As Enoch walked in days of old;Place Thou my trembling hand in Thine,And sweet communion with me hold;E’en though the path I may not see,Yet, Jesus, let me walk with Thee. 2I cannot, dare not, walk alone;The tempest rages in the sky,A thousand snares beset my feet,A thousand
1Shepherd of tender you,Guiding in love and truth,Through devious way;Christ our triumphant King,We come Thy name to sin,Hither our children bringTo shout Thy praise. 2Thou are our holy Lord,Thee all subduing Word,Healer of strife;Thou didst Thyself abase,That from sin’s deep disgraceThou mightest save our race,And give us life. 3Thou are the great High Priest;Thou has
1As saints of old their first fruits broughtOf orchard, flock, and fieldTo God the giver all good,The source of bounteous yield;So we today first fruits would bring:The wealth of this good land,Of farm and market, shop and home,Of mind, and heart, and hand. 2A world in need now summons usTo labor, love, and give;To make
1Come, ye thankful people, come,Raise the song of harvest home;All is safely gathered in,Ere the winter storms begin.God our Maker doth provideFor our wants to be supplied;Come to God’s own temple, come;Raise the song of harvest home! 2We ourselves are God’s own field,Fruit unto His praise to yield;Wheat and tares together sown,Unto joy or sorrow
1For the fruits of His creation, thanks be to God;For the gifts to every nation, thanks be to God;For the plowing, sowing, reaping,Silent growth while men are sleeping,Future needs in earth’s safe keeping, thanks be to God! 2In the just reward of labor, God’s will is done;In the hop we give our neighbor, God’s will
1Now thank we all our Godwith heart and hands and voices,who wondrous things hath done,in whom His world rejoices;Who, from our mothers’ armshath blessed us on our waywith countless gifts of love,and still is ours today. 2O may this bounteous Godthrough all our life be near us,with ever joyful heartsand blessed peace to cheer us;and
1Let all things now living a song of thanksgivingTo God the Creator triumphantly raise,Who fashioned and made us, protected and stayed us,Who guideth us on to the end of our days.His banners are o’er us,His light goes before us,A pillar of fire shining forth in the night,‘Til shadows have vanished and darkness is banished,as forward
