“I will run the way…” Ps. 119. 32
B. Beddome C.M.
1
How great, how solemn is the work
Which we attend today!
Now for a holy, solemn frame,
O God, to thee we pray.
2
[O may we feel as once we felt,
When pained and grieved at heart,
Thy kind, forgiving, melting look
Relieved our every smart.
3
Let graces, then in exercise,
Be exercised again;
And, nurtured by celestial power,
In exercise remain.]
4
Awake our love, our fear, our hope;
Wake, fortitude and joy;
Vain world, begone; let things above
Our happy thoughts employ.
5
Whilst thee, our Saviour and our God,
To all around we own,
Drive each rebellious, rival lust,
Each traitor from thy throne.
6
Instruct our minds; our wills subdue;
To heaven our passions raise;
That hence our lives, our all may be
Devoted to thy praise.
