Acts 9:41

• [Act 9:41] The Touch Of His Hand On Mine

  There are days so dark that I seek in vain For the face of my Friend divine; But though darkness hide, He is there to guide By the touch of His hand on mine. Refrain Oh, the touch of His hand on mine, Oh, the touch of His hand on mine, There is grace and power, in the trying hour, In the touch of His hand on mine. There are times, when tired of the toilsome road, That for ways of the world I pine; But He draws me back to the upward track By the touch of His hand on mine. Refrain When the way is dim, and I cannot see Through the mist of His wise design, How my glad heart yearns and my faith returns By the touch of His hand on mine. Refrain In the last sad hour, as I stand alone, Where the powers of death combine, While the dark waves roll He will guide my soul By the touch of His hand on mine. Refrain

  source: Cyberhymnal

Acts 1:3

• [Act 1:3] Forty Days Thy Seer Of Old

  Forty days Thy seer of old Communed with Thee, O Most High; Fain Thy glories to behold And Thy glory passing by. In the rocky cleft he bowed; Thou, as mortal gaze might bear, Part revealed and part in cloud, Didst Thy secret Name declare. Forth days of Easter-tide Thou didst commune with Thine own; Now by glimpses, Lord, descried, Handled now and proved and known; Known, most Merciful, yet veiled; Else before the awful sight Surely heart and flesh had failed, Smitten with exceeding light. Risen Master, fain would we, Sharing those unearthly days, Morn and eve, on shore and sea, Watch Thy movements, mark Thy ways; Catch by faith each glad surprise Of Thy footstep drawing nigh, Hear Thy sudden greeting rise— “Peace be to you! It is I”; Secrets of Thy kingdom learn, Read the visions open spread, Feel Thy Word within us burn, Know Thee in the broken bread. So Thy glory’s skirts beside Gently led from grace to grace, We Thy coming may abide, And adore Thee face to face.

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  source: Cyberhymnal