2 Sometimes ’midst scenes of deepest gloom, Sometimes where Eden’s bowers bloom; By waters still, o’er troubled sea— Still ’tis his hand that leadeth me! He leadeth me! he leadeth me! By his own hand he leadeth me. 3 Lord, I would clasp thy hands in mine, Nor ever murmur nor repine— Content, whatever lot I see, Since ’tis my God that leadeth me! He leadeth me! he leadeth me! By his own hand he leadeth me. 4 And when my task on earth is done, When, by thy grace, the victory’s won; E’en death’s cold wave I will not flee, Since God through Jordan leadeth me! He leadeth me! he leadeth me! By his own hand he leadeth me. 769 C. M. Thou art my soul’s bright morning star. My God, the spring of all my joys, The life of my delights, The glory of my brightest days, The comfort of my nights! 2 In darkest shades, if thou appear, My dawning is begun; Thou art my soul’s bright morning star, And thou my rising sun. 3 The opening heavens around me shine With beams of sacred bliss, While Jesus shows his mercy mine, And whispers I am his. 4 My soul would leave this heavy clay At that transporting word, And run with joy the shining way To meet my dearest Lord. 770 C. M. Rejoice in the Lord always. Phil. 4:4. Rejoice, believers in the Lord, Who makes your cause his own; The hope that’s built upon his word, Can ne’er be overthrown. 2 Though many foes beset your road, And feeble is your arm, Your life is hid in Christ your God Beyond the reach of harm. 3 Weak as you are, you shall not faint, Or fainting, shall not die; Jesus, the strength of every saint, Will aid you from on high. 4 As surely as he overcame, And triumphed once for you; So surely you that love his name, Shall triumph in him too. 771 C. M. Call me thy servant, Lord. O not to fill the mouth of fame, My longing soul is stirred: But give me a diviner name; Call me thy servant, Lord! 2 No longer would my soul be known As uncontrolled and free; O, not mine own! O, not mine own! Lord, I belong to thee. 3 Thy servant—me thy servant choose, Nought of thy claim abate! The glorious name I would not lose, Nor change the sweet estate. 4 In life, in death, on earth, in heaven, This is the name for me; And be the same dear title given Through all eternity. 772 C. M. Psalm 1. Blest is the man who shuns the place Where sinners love to meet, Who fears to tread their wicked ways, And hates the scoffer’s seat: