Prayer and Praise for Eventide, Compiled by W. Odom

Prayer and Praise for Eventide, Compiled by W. Odom

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1899 edition. Excerpt: ...with Thy mercy and love, those who minister before Thee in holy things. Prosper the great and blessed work in which they are engaged. Enable them faithfully to preach Thy Word, and rightly and duly to administer Thy Holy Sacraments. May they uphold Christ both by their words, and in their lives. Raise up, we pray Thee, faithful and true men for the work of Thy Church. O Thou Lord of the harvest, prepare Thy own Labourers, and send them forth into Thy harvest. Grant this, O Heavenly Father, for Jesus Christ' s s ake. Amen. Bp. Oxenden Our Father, dc. The grace of our Lord, dec. praise. Now when the sun was setting, all they that had any sick with divers diseases brought them unto Him; and He laid His hands on every one of them, and healed them. St. Luke 4. 40. AT even, ere the sun was set, The sick, O Lord, around Thee lay; Oh in what divers pains they met I Oh with what joy they went away! Once more 'tis eventide, and we, Oppress'd with various ills, draw near: What if Thy form we cannot see? We know and feel that Thou art here. O Saviour Christ, our woes dispel; For some are sick and some are sad, And some have never loved Thee well, And some have lost the love they had; And some have found the world is vain, Yet from the world they break not free; And some have friends who give them pain, Yet have not sought a friend in Thee. And none, O Lord, have perfect rest, For none are wholly free from sin; And they, who fain would serve Thee best, Are conscious most of wrong within. O Saviour Christ, Thou too art Man; Thou hast been troubled, tempted, tried; Thy kind but searching glance can scan The very wounds that shame would hide. Thy touch has still its ancient power; No word from Thee can fruitless fall; Hear in this solemn evening hour, more

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  • Paperback | 30 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 73g
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236964020
  • 9781236964021