The third Sunday after the Epiphany.
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Almighty, Everlasting Lord, in Thee is all our trust, Who by Thine everliving Word hast formed us from the dust! |
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Thou knowest, Lord, whereof we’re made; Thou knowest all our powers; how feebly with Thy gifts we trade, yet count Thy gifts as ours. |
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Infirm of purpose, faith so weak, love burns with feeble flame, to wanderings prone; we strive to speak the glory of Thy name. |
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What hearts are ours, when low we kneel to worship at Thy fane, that into them e’en then should steal earth thoughts, so light and vain. |
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O Lord! as our Deliverer stand in danger and in need; stretch forth the power of Thy right hand; be our defense indeed. |
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In all our feeble helplessness Thy gracious aid afford, our Helper and our Righteousness, Jesu, Redeemer, Lord! |
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In all our feeble helplessness, Thy gracious aid afford, our Helper and our Righteousness, Jesu, Redeemer, Lord! |
Information
Text | attr. Eliza Humphreys |
Tune | St. Anne melody alt. William Croft (1678-1727), alt.; harm. W. H. Monk (1823-1889); desc. Alan Gray (1855-1935) |
Almighty and everlasting God, mercifully look upon our infirmities, and in all our dangers and necessities stretch forth thy right hand to help and defend us; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.