Grant us thy peace, dear Son of God;-- To us the Holy Ghost be given; In thee the Father’s fullness dwells,-- All, all is thine, in earth and heaven. Infinite power belongs to thee,-- Thou hast the keys of death and hell; Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, Our Lord, our God,--Immanuel! SUPPLICATION. Jesus, King of kings, most holy, Pity us in station lowly,-- Lonely pilgrims, wending slowly Toward the city where thou dwellest. Thou dost see us, weak and weary, In the wilderness so dreary, Mourning that we are not near thee, In thy home so fair and blissful. Yet thy promises do cheer us; And thy Spirit, ever near us, Bids us pray, for thou wilt, hear us, And afford us help and comfort. Hear thou, now, our supplication, And relieve our sore privation With the strength of thy salvation, King eternal and almighty! Mercifully guard and guide us, Lest the curse of sin betide us, And an entrance be denied us To thy glorious palace golden. Once for sinners bruised and wounded, Now by heavenly hosts surrounded-- All thine enemies confounded-- Be thou evermore our Saviour. IN THY LIKENESS. On my heart engrave thy cross, Blessed Saviour, Love divine! Evermore, in gain or loss, Let me bear that sacred sign. In my heart thy love enthrone; More and more thy rule increase; Thine the kingdom, thine alone, Lord of glory, Prince of Peace! To my heart--no longer mine-- Grant the fullness of thy grace; Living, dying, own me thine, Till I see thee face to face. With thy likeness crowned at last, O, what rapture it will be, When the night of death is past, Evermore to dwell with thee. THE LIGHT OF LIFE. O Jesus, sole, sufficient source Of hope that heals the sad heart’s strife, Direct us on our darkened course, Thyself the Way, the Truth, the Life. Thou knowest the way we take, O Lord! Didst thou not prove its painful length? Help of the helpless, still afford Thy pitying love, thy tender strength. In every trial, every care, Thy patient footsteps may we see; The sorrows of thy cross to share Shall then our joy and glory be. Secure in thy unchanging love, No toil, no suffering will we flee, Assured that death itself shall prove The path that leads to heaven and thee. CHRISTUS CONSOLATOR. In the day of tribulation, In the hour of sore temptation, With the strength of thy salvation, Jesus, Saviour, comfort me. When no more the heart may borrow Hope and courage from the morrow,-- In the darkest depths of sorrow, Jesus, Saviour, comfort me.