INVOCATION. UNTO Thy shrine, my God, my King, This song where many voices blend! Its every fault do Thou atone, And Thou, our COMFORTER and Guide! Oh, ever in our souls abide Our songs with purer love inspire, Until we join the seraphie choir. INDEX OF FIRST LINES. A little child beneath a tree, Abide with me: fast falls the eventide, A giddy lamb one afternoon, 99 Ah! grieve not him whose silver hairs, Are my flowers awake? Beneath Moriah's rocky side, Blessed be Thy name forever, A dew-drop falling on the wild sea wave, 223 17 86 |