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We Praise Thee
Author: Fanny Crosby Meter: 11.11.11.11 Appears in 14 hymnals First Line: We praise Thee, we bless Thee, our Father and friend Lyrics: 1. We praise Thee, we bless Thee, our Father and friend,
O let our devotions before Thee ascend;
In youth and in childhood, together we come,
To pray that Thy will in our hearts may be done.
2. We thank Thee for blessings received every day,
For which Thou hast taught us unceasing to pray;
But O, for the treasures Thy Word hath in store,
Thy name, O our Father, we bless and adore.
3. Protect us—defend us from sin and from harm,
And gather, dear Shepherd, the lambs with Thy arms.
O nourish and strengthen our souls now in youth
With mercy and wisdom and goodness and truth. Used With Tune: WE PRAISE THEE Text Sources: Sunny-Side Songs for Sunday Schools, by W. Howard Doane (New York: The Biglow & Main Co., 1893), page 3
We Praise Thee
The Lord Is My Shepherd
Author: J. M. Orrock Meter: 11.11.11.11 Appears in 7 hymnals First Line: The Lord is my shepherd, my guard and my guide Lyrics: 1 The Lord is my shepherd, my guard and my guide;
Whatever I need He will kindly provide;
E’er since I was born, it is He who has crowned
The life which He gave me with blessings all around.
2 While yet on the breast a poor infant I hung,
E’er time had unloosèd the strings of my tongue;
He gave me the help which I then could not ask,
Now therefore to praise Him shall be my tongue’s task.
3 Through tenderest years with as tender a care,
My soul, like a lamb, in His bosom He bare;
To brook He would lead me whene’er I had need,
And point out the pastures where best I might feed.
4 No harm could approach me, for He was my shield
From fowls of the air and beasts of the field;
The wolf to devour me did oftentimes prowl,
But God was my shepherd, and guarded my soul.
5 How oft in my youth did I wander astray;
But always He brought me back to the narrow way;
When lost in dark error, no path or retreat,
His word like a lantern still guided my feet.
6 What wondrous escapes to His kindness I owe,
When rash and unguarded, I sought my own woe!
My soul long ere now would have been in the deep
If God had not watchèd when I was asleep.
7 Whene’er at a distance, He sees me afraid,
He flies o’er the mountains and comes to my aid,
Then leads me back gently and bids me abide
In His flock enfolded, kept close by His side.
8 How safe in His keeping, how happy and free,
I always have refuge where He bids me be!
Yea, blest are the people, and happy thrice told,
Who hear the Lord’s voice, and abide in His fold.
9 The fountain is full, and the pasture so green,
All friendship and love, with no poison therein;
The Lord dwells among them upon His own hill,
His flock all around Him, awaiting His will.
10 Himself in the midst with a provident eye,
Regarding their wants and providing supply;
Abundance springs up of most nourishing food:
The flocks are all fed by their generous God.
11 By His voice or sign do they move or they stay:
The Lord is Himself both their leader and way;
Whate’er the condition He places them in,
It always is best, and they’re happy therein.
12 In hunger or thirst, or if ready to faint,
Relief in due season prevents the complaint;
The rain of His Word brings them food from the sky—
The rocks become rivers, the dust no longer dry.
13 From blossoming hills to the hard, barren rock,
The Lord has made all for the good of His flock;
The flock in return doth their great Lord confess,
In plenty their joy, and their hope in distress,
14 We see in their welfare His glory displayed;
And they find their bliss in obedience repaid.
With cheerful regard they attend to His ways:
Attention in prayer, and happiness in praise.
15 The Lord is my shepherd: What then shall I fear?
No danger shall fright me while He is so near;
For I know His judgments, when me they have tried,
Will bring me and seat me down close by His side.
16 The Lord He is good, and His mercy is sure,
He only afflicts me in order to cure;
The Lord, I will praise Him, as long as I’ve breath,
Content all my days, and resigned at my death. Used With Tune: WE PRAISE THEE Text Sources: The Cluster of Spiritual Songs, Divine Hymns and Sacred Poems (3rd ed.) by Jesse Mercer: Philadelphia: William W. Woodward, 1823)
The Lord Is My Shepherd
The PIlgrim's Song
Author: Henry F. Lyte Meter: 11.11.11.11 Appears in 145 hymnals First Line: My rest is in Heaven; my rest is not here Lyrics: 1 My rest is in Heaven; my rest is not here;
Then why should I murmur when trials are near?
Be hushed, my dark spirit! the worst that can come
But shortens my journey, and hastens thee home.
2 It is not for me to be seeking my bliss
And building my hopes in a region like this:
I look for a city which hands have not piled;
I pant for a country by sin undefiled.
3 The thorn and the thistle around me may grow;
I would not lie down upon roses below:
I ask not my portion, I seek not a rest,
Till I find sweet quiet on Jesus’ breast.
4 Afflictions may damp me, they cannot destroy:
One glimpse of His love turns them all into joy;
The bitterest tears, if He smile but on them,
Like dew in the sunshine, grow diamond and gem.
5 Let doubt then, and danger, my progress oppose;
They only make Heaven more sweet at the close.
Come joy, or come sorrow, whate’er may befall,
An hour with my God will make up for it all.
6 A scrip on my back, and a staff in my hand,
I march on in haste through an enemy’s land:
The road may be rough, but it cannot be long;
I’ll smooth it with hope, and I’ll cheer it with song. Used With Tune: WE PRAISE THEE Text Sources: Poems, Chiefly Religious (London: James Nisbet, 1833)
The PIlgrim's Song
