Hymn 147
Thou who didst stoop below

1. Thou who didst stoop below To drain the cup of woe, Wearing the form of frail mortality, Thy blessed labours done, Thy crown of victory won, Hast passed from earth, passed to Thy home on high. 2. Our eyes behold Thee not, Yet hast Thou not forgot Those who have placed their hope, their trust in Thee Before Thy Fatherís face Thou hast prepared a place, That, where Thou art, there they may also be. 3. O Thou who art our life, Be with us through the strife; Thy holy head by earthís fierce storms was bowed Raise Thou our eyes above, To see a Fatherís love Beam, like the bow of promise, through the cloud. 4. And O, if thoughts of gloom Should hover oíer the tomb, That light of love our guiding star shall be; Our spirits shall not dread The shadowy way to tread, Friend, Guardian, Saviour, which doth lead to Thee.





Hymn 147 THE PCN New Haven, Enugu