9. As a father never turneth Wholly from a wayward child, For the prodigal still yearneth, Longing to be reconciled: So my many sins and errors Find a tender, pardoning God, Chast’ning frailty with His rod, Not, in vengeance, with His terrors. All things have their little day, God’s great love abides for aye. 10. All His strokes and scourges truly For the moment grievous prove And yet, when I weigh them duly, Are but tokens of His love, Proofs that He is watching o’er me And by crosses to His fold, From the world that fain would hold Soul and body, would restore me. All things have their little day, God’s great love abides for aye. 11. On this thought I dwell with pleasure; For it granteth joy and peace. Christ’s cross hath its time and measure And at last will wholly cease. When the winter disappeareth, Lovely summer comes again; Joy is giv’n for woe and pain Who his cross in patience beareth. All things have their little day, God’s great love abides for aye. 12. Since, then, neither change nor coldness In my Father’s love can be, Lo, I lift my hands with boldness, As Thy child I come to Thee. Grant me grace, O God, I pray Thee, That I may with all my might, All my lifetime, day and night, Love and trust Thee and obey Thee; And when this brief life is o’er, Praise and love Thee evermore. Paul Gerhardt, 1659. 66 L. M. Thee we adore, eternal Lord! We praise Thy name with one accord; Thy saints, who here Thy goodness see, Through all the world do worship Thee. 2. To Thee aloud all angels cry, The heavens and all the powers on high; Thee, “Holy, Holy, Holy King, Lord God of hosts!” they ever sing. 3. Th’ apostles join the glorious throng; The prophets swell th’ immortal song; Thy martyrs’ noble army raise Eternal anthems to Thy praise. 4. From day to day, O Lord, do we Highly exalt and honor Thee. Thy name we worship and adore World without end, forevermore! 5. Vouchsafe, O Lord, we humbly pray, To keep us safe from sin this day; Have mercy, Lord! We trust in Thee; O let us ne’er confounded be! T. Cotterill, 1815, a. 67 9, 10, 9, 10, 10, 10 Jehovah, let me now adore Thee, For where is there a God such, Lord, as Thou? With songs I fain would come before Thee; O let Thy Holy Spirit teach me now To praise Thee in His name, through whom alone Our songs can please Thee, through Thy blessed Son.