WRITTEN IN A TIME OF TRAIL

Air : — " My Jesus, I love Thee. "

T HOU hope of the sinful and help of the weak,
Thou stay of the weary, Thy smile will I seek,
Guide of the wanderer, Star of the Sea,
Oh, beam on my darkness,
Oh, beam on my darkness,
Oh, beam on my darkness,
And lead me to Thee.

Balm of each sorrow, oh come to my soul,
The wounds of my heart Thou canst soothe or make whole;
Alone in the tempest, bright Star of the Night,
Oh, beam on my darkness Thy beautiful light.

Give me Thy manna, Thy water to drink,
Or, fainting in anguish, to death I will sink;
'Midst beasts of the desert, low pillowed on thorn,
Oh, beam on my darkness, Thou Star of the Morn.

Jesus, Thou fairest, Thou storehouse of love,
Hide in the rock Thy poor weak trembling dove;
Foes are pursuing — I'm weak for the strife —
Oh, beam on my darkness, Thou Day-star of Life.

Tho' I've been a traitor too oft to my trust,
The bright sword Thou gavest corrupted with rust,
And soiled the banner so snow-white unfurled,
Oh, beam Thou in mercy, fair Star of the World.

In weakness, in wandering, in sorrow and pain,
The palm of the victor and crown let me gain;
Thou stay of the weary, Thou star of my soul,
Oh, beam Thou in mercy, and guide to the goal.