 | 273: O LORD, how does Thy mercy throw |  |
| 272: REVIVE Thy work, O Lord | 274: O LORD, Thy rich, Thy boundless love |
| 8.7.8.7. Iambic sung to Dominus Regit Me 1 O LORD, how does Thy mercy throw Its guardian shadow o'er us, Preserving while we're here below, Safe to the rest before us. 2 As weaker than a bruised reed, We cannot do without Thee; We want Thee here each hour of need, Shall want Thee too in glory. 3 And though our efforts now to praise Are often cold and lowly, A nobler, sweeter song we'll raise With all Thy saints in glory. 4 We'll lay our trophies at Thy feet, We'll worship and adore Thee, Whose precious blood has made us meet To dwell with Thee in glory. |
