Lead Kindly Light (by St John Henry Newman)

Lead kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom
Lead Thou me on!
The night is dark, and I am far from home –
Lead Thou me on!

Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see
The distant scene – one step enough for me.
I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou
Shouldst lead me on.

I loved to choose and see my path, but now Lead Thou me on!
I loved the garish day, and in spite of fears,
Pride ruled my will: remember not past years.
So long They power hath blest me, sure it still Will lead me on.

O’er moor and fen, o’er crag and torrent, till
The night is gone;
And with the morn those angel faces smile
Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile.

Praise to the Holiest (by St John Henry Newman)

Praise to the holiest in the height,
And in the depth be praise,
In all his words most wonderful,
Most sure in all his ways.

O loving wisdom of our God!
When all was sin and shame,
A second Adam to the fight
And to the rescue came.

O wisest love! That flesh and blood
Which did in Adam fail,
Should strive afresh against their foe,
Should strive and should prevail.

And that a higher gift than grace
Should flesh and blood refine,
God’s presence and his very self
And essence all divine.

O generous love that he who smote
In man for man the foe,
The double agony in man
For man should undergo

And in the garden secretly,
and on the cross on high,
should teach his brethren, and inspire
to suffer and to die.

Praise to the Holiest in the height,
and in the depth be praise:
in all his words most wonderful,
most sure in all his ways.