The fourth Sunday after the Epiphany.
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O Lord, Who knowest how the snares abound, how our long weary path is compassed round by enemies most proud, most active found: stretch forth Thine hand! |
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O Lord, Who know’st our nature, weak and frail, hast felt for us each weary mortal ail, submitting e’en as infant fair to wail: stretch forth Thine hand! |
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O Lord, Who knowest when we stand at all, or when by grace we do not greatly fall, ‘tis only when we truly on Thee call: stretch forth Thine hand! |
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Grant to us, Lord, Thine own indwelling grace, the radiance of Thy presence let us trace, in word and deed, at every time and place, stretch forth Thine hand! |
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O we are weak; the world is cold and wide; then let us ever nearer Thee abide, nor seek, nor own, another help beside Thee, Christ our Lord! |
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| Text | attr. Eliza Humphreys |
| Tune | Stoney Frank E. A. Stoney (1874-1918) |
O God, who knowest us to be set in the midst of so many and great dangers, that by reason of the frailty of our nature we cannot always stand upright; grant to us such strength and protection, as may support us in all dangers, and carry us through all temptations; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.