  898L. M. Submissiveness. Be still, my heart! these anxious cares, To thee are burdens, thorns, and snares; They cast dishonor on thy Lord, And contradict his gracious word. 2 Brought safely by his hand thus far, Why wilt thou now give place to fear? How canst thou want if he provide, Or lose thy way with such a guide? 3 Did ever trouble yet befall, And he refuse to hear thy call? And has he not his promise passed, That thou shalt overcome at last? 4 He who has helped me hitherto Will help me all my journey through, And give me daily cause to raise New trophies to his endless praise. 899L. M. Whom have I in heaven but thee. O Lord, thy counsels and thy care, My safety and my comfort are; And thou shalt guide me all my days, Till glory crown the work of grace. 2 In whom but thee, in heaven above, Can I repose my trust, my love? And shall an earthly object be Loved in comparison with thee? 3 My flesh is hastening to decay; Soon shall the world have passed away; And what can mortal friends avail, When heart, and strength, and life shall fail? 4 But O! my Saviour, be thou nigh, And I will triumph when I die; My strength, my portion, is divine; And Jesus is for ever mine! 9008s & 4s. Thy will be done. My God, my Father, while I stray Far from my home, on life’s rough way, O, teach me from my heart to say, “Thy will be done!” 2 What though in lonely grief I sigh For friends beloved no longer nigh; Submissive still would I reply, “Thy will be done!” 3 If thou shouldst call me to resign What most I prize—it ne’er was mine; I only yield thee what was thine: “Thy will be done!” 4 If but my fainting heart be blest With thy sweet Spirit for its guest, My God, to thee I leave the rest: “Thy will be done!” 901L. M. 6 lines. My grace is sufficient for thee. To weary hearts, to mourning homes, God’s meekest angel gently comes; No power hath he to banish pain, Or give us back our lost again; And yet, in tenderest love, our dear And heavenly Father sends him here. 2 Angel of patience! sent to calm Our feverish brows with cooling balm, To lay with hope the storms of fear, And reconcile life’s smile and tear, The throbs of wounded pride to still, And make our own our Father’s will! 3 O thou, who mournest on thy way, With longings for the close of day, He walks with thee, that angel kind, And gently whispers, “Be resigned! Bear up, bear on, the end shall tell, The dear Lord ordereth all things well.” 902L. M. 6 lines. Thy footsteps are not known. O let my trembling soul be still, While darkness vails this mortal eye, And wait thy wise, thy holy will, Wrapped yet in fears and mystery; I can not, Lord, thy purpose see; Yet all is well, since ruled by thee. 2 So trusting in thy love, I tread The narrow path of duty on; What though some cherished joys are fled? What though some flattering dreams are gone? Yet purer, nobler joys remain, And peace is won through conquered pain. 903L. M. 6 lines. Deut. 33:25. When adverse winds and waves arise, And in my heart despondence sighs; When life her throng of cares reveals, And weakness o’er my spirit steals, Grateful I hear the kind decree, That “as my day, my strength shall be.” 2 When, with sad footsteps, memory roves ’Mid smitten joys and buried loves, When sleep my tearful pillow flies, And dewy morning drinks my sighs, Still to thy promise, Lord! I flee, That “as my day, my strength shall be.” 3 One trial more must yet be past: One pang—the keenest and the last; And when, with brow convulsed and pale, My feeble, quivering heart-strings fail, Redeemer! grant my soul to see, That “as my day, my strength shall be.” 904C. M. Not as I will. All as God wills! who wisely heeds To give or to withhold, And knoweth more of all my needs Than all my prayers have told. 2 Enough that blessings undeserved Have marked my erring track— That wheresoe’er my feet have swerved, His chastening turned me back— 3 That more and more a Providence, Of love is understood, Making the springs of time and sense Sweet with eternal good— 4 That death seems but a covered way Which opens into light, Wherein no blinded child can stray Beyond the Father’s sight— 5 That care and trial seem at last, Through memory’s sunset air, Like mountain ranges overpast, In purple distance fair— 6 That all the jarring notes of life, Seem blending in a psalm, And all the angles of its strife Slow rounding into calm. 7 And so the shadows fall apart And so the west winds play; And all the windows of my heart I open to the day. 905C. M. I waited patiently for the Lord. We wait in faith, in prayer we wait, Until the happy hour When God shall ope the morning gate, By his almighty power. 2 We wait in faith, and turn our face To where the day-light springs; Till he shall come, earth’s gloom to chase, With healing on his wings. 3 And even now, amid the gray, The east is brightening fast, And kindling to that perfect day Which never shall be past. 4 We wait in faith, we wait in prayer, Till that blest day shall shine, When earth shall fruits of Eden bear, And all, O God, be thine! 5 O guide us till our night is done! Until from shore to shore, Thou, Lord, our everlasting sun, Art shining evermore! 906C. M. The Lord gave and the Lord, etc. It is the Lord—enthroned in light, Whose claims are all divine, Who has an undisputed right To govern me and mine. 2 It is the Lord—who gives me all, My wealth, my friends my ease; And of his bounties may recall Whatever part he please. 3 It is the Lord—my covenant God— Thrice blessÉd be his name— Whose gracious promise, sealed with blood, Must ever be the same. 4 Can I, with hopes so firmly built, Be faithless, or repine? No: gracious God! take what thou wilt; To thee I all resign. 907C. M. Our souls are in the Saviour’s hand. Our souls are in the Saviour’s hand; And he will keep them still, And you and I shall surely stand With him on Zion’s hill. 2 Him eye to eye we there shall see, Our face like his shall shine; O! what a glorious company, When saints and angels join! 3 O! what a joyful meeting there, In robes of white array! Palms in our hands we all shall bear, And crowns that ne’er decay! 4 When we’ve been there ten thousand years, Bright shining as the sun, We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise, Than when we first begun! 5 Then let us hasten to the day When all shall be brought home: Come, O Redeemer! come away! O Jesus! quickly come! 908C. M. Thy will be done. Father, I know thy ways are just, Although to me unknown; O, grant me grace thy love to trust, And cry, “Thy will be done.” 2 If thou shouldst hedge with thorns my path, Should wealth and friends be gone, Still, with a firm and lively faith, I’ll cry, “Thy will be done.” 3 Although thy steps I can not trace; Thy sovereign right I’ll own; And, as instructed by thy grace, I’ll cry, “Thy will be done.” 909C. M. Rev. 7:13-17. How bright these glorious spirits shine! Whence all their bright array? How came they to the blissful seats Of everlasting day? 2 Lo! these are they from sufferings great Who came to realms of light, And in the blood of Christ have washed Those robes which shine so bright. 3 Now with triumphant palms they stand Before the throne on high, And serve the God they love, amidst The glories of the sky. 4 His presence fills each heart with joy, Tunes every mouth to sing; By day, by night, the sacred courts With glad hosannas ring. 5 Hunger and thirst are felt no more, Nor sun with scorching ray; God is their sun, whose cheering beams Diffuse eternal day. 6 The Lamb that sits upon the throne, Shall o’er them still preside, Feed them with nourishment divine, And all their footsteps guide. 7 ’Mong pastures green he’ll lead his flock, Where living streams appear; And God the Lord from every eye Shall wipe off every tear. 910C. M. It is good that I have been afflicted. In trouble and in grief, O God, Thy smile hath cheered my way; And joy hath budded from each thorn That round my footsteps lay. 2 The hours of pain have yielded good Which prosperous days refused; As herbs, though scentless when entire, Spread fragrance when they’re bruised. 3 The oak strikes deeper as its boughs By furious blasts are driven; So life’s tempestuous storms the more Have fixed my heart in heaven. 4 All-gracious Lord, whate’er my lot In other times may be, I’ll welcome still the heaviest grief That brings me near to thee. 911C. M. I will bless the Lord at all times. Through all the changing scenes of life, In trouble and in joy, The praises of my God shall still My heart and tongue employ. 2 Of his deliverance I will boast, Till all that are distressed, From my example, comfort take, And charm their griefs to rest. 3 O, magnify the Lord with me, With me exalt his name; When in distress to him I called, He to my rescue came. 4 The hosts of God encamp around The dwellings of the just; Deliverance he affords to all, Who on his succor trust. 912C. H. M. They looked to him and were lightened. I look to thee in every need, And never look in vain; I feel thy strong and tender love, And all is well again: The thought of thee is mightier far Than sin and pain and sorrow are. 2 Discouraged in the work of life, Disheartened by its load, Shamed by its failures or its fears, I sink beside the road; But let me only think of thee, And then new heart springs up in me. 3 Thy calmness bends serene above, My restlessness to still; Around me flows thy quickening life, To nerve my faltering will; Thy presence fills my solitude; Thy providence turns all to good. 4 Embosomed in thy covenant love, Held in thy law, I stand; Thy hand in all things I behold, And all things in thy hand; Thou leadest me by unsought ways, And turnest my mourning into praise. 913S. M. Thy way, not mine, O Lord. Thy way, not mine, O Lord! However dark it be; O lead me by thine own right hand; Choose out the path for me. 2 Smooth let it be, or rough, It will be still the best; Winding or straight, it matters not, It leads me to thy rest. 3 I dare not choose my lot, I would not if I might; But choose thou for me, O my God! So shall I walk aright. 4 The kingdom that I seek Is thine; so let the way That leads to it, O Lord! be thine, Else I must surely stray. 5 My portion thou! my cup With joy or sorrow fill; As ever best to thee may seem, Choose thou my good and ill. 6 Choose thou for me my friends, My sickness or my health; Choose thou my joys and cares for me, My poverty or wealth. 7 Not mine, not mine the choice, In things or great or small; Be thou my Guide, my Guard, my Strength, My Wisdom, and my All. 914S. M. My times are in thy hand. “My times are in thy hand,” My God, I’d have them there; My life, my friends, my soul I leave Entirely to thy care. 2 “My times are in thy hand,” Whatever they may be; Pleasing or painful, dark or bright, As best may seem to thee. 3 “My times are in thy hand,” Why should I doubt or fear? My Father’s hand will never cause His child a needless tear. 915S. M. D. Spiritual wants. My God, my Strength, my Hope, On thee I cast my care, With humble confidence look up, And know thou hearest my prayer. Give me on thee to wait, Till I can all things do— On thee, almighty to create, Almighty to renew. 2 I want a Godly fear, A quick-discerning eye, That looks to thee when sin is near, And bids the tempter fly; A spirit still prepared, And armed with jealous care, For ever standing on its guard, And watching unto prayer. 3 I rest upon thy word; The promise is for me; My succor and salvation, Lord, Shall surely come from thee: But let me still abide, Nor from my hope remove, Till thou my patient spirit guide Into thy perfect love. 916S. M. Rom. 14:7, 9. Blest be thy love, dear Lord, That taught us this sweet way, Only to love thee for thyself, And for that love obey. 2 O thou, our souls’ chief hope! We to thy mercy fly; Where’er we are, thou canst protect, Whate’er we need, supply. 3 Whether we sleep or wake, To thee we both resign; By night we see, as well as day, If thy light on us shine. 4 Whether we live or die, Both we submit to thee; In death we live, as well as life, If thine in death we be. 917S. M. Not far from home. Your harps, ye trembling saints! Down from the willows take; Loud to the praise of love divine, Bid every string awake. 2 Though in a foreign land, We are not far from home, And, nearer to our house above, We every moment come. 3 His grace will, to the end, Stronger and brighter shine; Nor present things, nor things to come, Shall quench this spark divine. 4 When we in darkness walk, Nor feel the heavenly flame Then will we trust our gracious God, And rest upon his name. 5 Blest is the man, O God! That stays himself on thee: Who waits for thy salvation, Lord! Shall thy salvation see. 9187s. Having all in having Christ. Jesus, take me for thine own; To thy will my spirit frame; Thou shalt reign, and thou alone, Over all I have and am. 2 Making thus the Lord my choice, I have nothing more to choose, But to listen to thy voice, And my will in thine to lose. 3 Then, whatever may betide, I shall safe and happy be; Still content and satisfied:— Having all in having thee. 9197s. All things work together for good. Sovereign Ruler of the skies, Ever gracious, ever wise! All my times are in thy hand; All events at thy command. 2 Times of sickness, times of health, Times of penury and wealth— All must come, and last, and end, As shall please my heavenly Friend. 3 O thou gracious, wise and just! In thy hands my life I trust; Have I somewhat dearer still?— I resign it to thy will. 4 Thee at all times will I bless; Having thee, I all possess: Ne’er can I bereavÉd be, While I do not part with thee. 920S. M. As a weaned child. Quiet, Lord, my froward heart, Make me teachable and mild, Upright, simple, free from art, Make me as a weanÉd child; From distrust and envy free, Pleased with all that pleases thee. 2 What thou shalt to-day provide, Let me as a child receive: What to-morrow may betide, Calmly to thy wisdom leave; ’Tis enough that thou wilt care— Why should I the burden bear? 3 As a little child relies On a care beyond his own; Knows he’s neither strong nor wise, Fears to stir a step alone; Let me thus with thee abide, As my Father, Guard, and Guide. 9216s. As thou wilt. My Jesus, as thou wilt! O may thy will be mine! Into thy hand of love I would my all resign. Through sorrow, or through joy, Conduct me as thine own, And help me still to say, My Lord, thy will be done! 2 My Jesus, as thou wilt! If needy here and poor, Give me thy people’s bread, Their portion rich and sure. The manna of thy word Let my soul feed upon; And if all else should fail— My Lord, thy will be done! 3 My Jesus, as thou wilt: If among thorns I go, Still sometimes here and there, Let a few roses blow. But thou on earth, along The thorny pain hast gone; Then lead me after thee; My Lord, thy will be done! 4 My Jesus, as thou wilt! Though seen through many a tear, Let not my star of hope Grow dim or disappear. Since thou on earth hast wept And sorrowed oft alone, If I must weep with thee, My Lord, thy will be done! 5 My Jesus, as thou wilt! If loved ones must depart, Suffer not sorrow’s flood To overwhelm my heart; For they are blest with thee, Thy race and conflict won; Let me but follow them; My Lord, thy will be done! 6 My Jesus, as thou wilt! When death itself draws nigh, To thy dear wounded side I would for refuge fly. Leaning on thee, to go Where thou before hast gone; The rest as thou shalt please, My Lord, thy will be done. 7 My Jesus, as thou wilt! All shall be well for me; Each changing future scene, I gladly trust with thee. Straight to my home above I travel calmly on, And sing, in life or death, My Lord, thy will be done! 9228s & 7s. I have led thee in right paths. O how kindly hast thou led me, Heavenly Father, day by day! Found my dwelling, clothed and fed me, Furnished friends to cheer my way! Didst thou bless me, didst thou chasten, With thy smile, or with thy rod, ’Twas that still my step might hasten Homeward, heavenward, to my God. 2 O how slowly have I often Followed where thy hand would draw! How thy kindness failed to soften! How thy chastening failed to awe! Make me for thy rest more ready, As thy path is longer trod; Keep me in thy friendship steady, Till thou call me home, my God! 9238s & 7s. Jesus, I my cross have taken. Jesus, I my cross have taken, All to leave and follow thee; I am poor, despised, forsaken— Thou henceforth my all shalt be: Perish every fond ambition— All I’ve sought, or hoped, or known; Yet how rich is my condition— God and heaven are still my own! 2 Let the world despise and leave me, It has left my Saviour too; Human hearts and looks deceive me, Thou art not like them, untrue; Whilst thy graces shall adorn me, God of wisdom, love, and might— Foes may hate, and friends may scorn me, Show thy face, and all is bright. 3 Go then—earthly fame and treasure, Come, disaster, scorn, and pain; In thy service, pain is pleasure— With thy favor, loss is gain. I have called thee, Abba Father! I have set my heart on thee; Storms may howl, and clouds may gather, All will work for good to me. 4 Man may trouble and distress me, ’Twill but drive me to thy breast, Life with trials hard may press me, Heaven will bring me sweeter rest. O, ’tis not in grief to harm me While thy love is left to me; O, ’twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with thee. 5 Soul—then know thy full salvation, Rise o’er sin, and fear, and care, Joy to find in every station, Something still to do or bear; Think what Spirit dwells within thee, Think what Father’s smiles are thine; Think that Jesus died to save thee; Child of heaven, canst thou repine? 6 Haste thee on from grace to glory, Armed by faith, and winged by prayer, Heaven’s eternal day’s before thee, God’s own hand shall guide thee there. Soon shall close thy earthly mission; Soon shall pass thy pilgrim’s days; Hope shall change to glad fruition, Faith to sight, and prayer to praise! 9248s, 7s & 4s. Songs for sighing. Hallelujah! best and sweetest Of the hymns of praise above! Hallelujah! thou repeatest, Angel-host, these notes of love; This ye utter, While your golden harps ye move. 2 Hallelujah! Church victorious, Join the concert of the sky: Hallelujah! bright and glorious! Lift, ye saints, this strain on high! We, poor exiles, Join not yet your melody. 3 Hallelujah! strains of gladness Comfort not the faint and worn; Hallelujah! sounds of sadness Best become the heart forlorn; Our offenses We with bitter tears must mourn. 4 But our earnest supplication, Holy God! we raise to thee; Visit us with thy salvation, Make us all thy peace to see! Hallelujah! Ours at length this strain shall be. 925P. M. O God! be thou my stay. Father, O hear me now! Father divine! Thou, only thou, canst see The heart’s deep agony: Help me to say to thee “Thy will, not mine!” 2 O God! be thou my stay In this dark hour; Kindly each sorrow hear, Hush every troubled fear, Thee let me still revere, Still own thy power. 3 In thee alone I trust, Thou Holy One! Humbly to thee I pray That through each troubled day Of life, I still may say, “Thy will be done!” 9266s. Changed from glory to glory. I did thee wrong, my God; I wronged thy truth and love; I fretted at the rod— Against thy power I strove. 2 Come nearer, nearer still; Let not thy light depart; Bend, break this stubborn will; Dissolve this iron heart! 3 Less wayward let me be, More pliable and mild; In glad simplicity More like a trustful child. 4 Less, less of self each day, And more, my God, of thee; O, keep me in the way, However rough it be. 5 Less of the flesh each day, Less of the world and sin; More of thy Son, I pray, More of thyself within. 6 More molded to thy will, Lord, let thy servant be; Higher and higher still, More, and still more, like thee! 9276s & 4s. Worthy the Lamb. Come, all ye saints of God, Wide through the earth abroad, Spread Jesus’ fame: Tell what his love hath done; Trust in his name alone; Shout to his lofty throne, “Worthy the Lamb!” 2 Hence, gloomy doubts and fears! Dry up your mournful tears; Swell the glad theme: To Christ, our gracious King, Strike each melodious string; Join heart and voice to sing, “Worthy the Lamb!” 3 Hark! how the choirs above, Filled with the Saviour’s love, Dwell on his name! There, too, may we be found, With light and glory crowned; While all the heavens resound, “Worthy the Lamb!” 9286s & 4s. Nearer to thee. Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee! E’en though it be a cross That raiseth me; Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee! 2 Though like the wanderer, Daylight all gone, Darkness be over me, My rest a stone; Yet in my dreams I’d be Nearer, my God, to thee— Nearer to thee! 3 There let the way appear, Steps unto heaven; All that thou sendest me, In mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to thee! Nearer to thee. 4 Then, with my waking thoughts Bright with thy praise, Out of my stony griefs, Bethel I’ll raise; So by my woes to be Nearer my God, to thee— Nearer to thee! 5 Or, if on joyful wing, Cleaving the sky, Sun, moon, and stars forgot, Upward I fly; Still all my song shall be Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee. 92912s & 11s. My God and my all. While thou, O my God, art my help and defender, No cares can o’erwhelm me, no terrors appall: The wiles and the snares of this world will but render More lively my hope in my God and my all. 2 Yes; thou art my refuge in sorrow and danger; My strength when I suffer; my hope when I fall; My comfort and joy in this land of the stranger; My treasure, my glory, my God, and my all. 3 To thee, dearest Lord, will I turn without ceasing, Though grief may oppress me or sorrow befall; And love thee, till death, my blest spirit releasing, Secures to me Jesus, my God and my all. 4 And when thou demandest the life thou hast given, With joy will I answer thy merciful call; And quit thee on earth, but to find thee in heaven— My portion for ever, my God and my all. 93011s & 10s. A little while. O for the peace that floweth as a river, Making life’s desert places bloom and smile; O for that faith to grasp the glad For ever, Amid the shadows of earth’s Little While! 2 A little while for patient vigil keeping, To face the storm, to wrestle with the strong; A little while to sow the seed with weeping, Then bind the sheaves and sing the harvest-song. 3 A little while to wear the vail of sadness, To toil with weary step through miry ways, Then to pour forth the fragrant oil of gladness, And clasp the girdle round the robe of Praise! 4 A little while, ’mid shadow and illusion, To strive by faith love’s mysteries to spell, Then read each dark enigma’s bright solution, Then hail sight’s verdict—He doth all things well. 5 And he who is himself the Gift and Giver, The future glory and the present smile, With the bright promise of the glad For ever, Will light the shadows of earth’s Little While. 93111s & 10s. For yet a little while. A little longer still—patience belovÉd; A little longer still, ere heaven unroll The glory, and the brightness, and the wonder, Eternal and divine, that waits thy soul. 2 A little longer ere life, true, immortal, (Not this our shadowy life) will be thine own, And thou shalt stand where winged archangels worship, And trembling bow before the great white throne. 3 A little longer still, and heaven awaits thee, And fills thy spirit with a great delight; Then our pale joys will seem a dream forgotten, Our sun a darkness, and our day a night. 4 A little longer, and thy heart, belovÉd, Shall beat for ever with a love divine; And joy so pure, so mighty, so eternal, No mortal knows, and lives, shall then be thine. 5 A little longer yet, and angel voices Shall sing in heavenly chant upon thine ear; Angels and saints await thee, and God needs thee; BelovÉd, can we bid thee linger here! 93210s. Sufferings and glory. Through cross to crown! and though thy spirit’s life Trials untold assail with giant strength, Good cheer! good cheer! Soon ends the bitter strife, And thou shalt reign in peace with Christ at length. 2 Through woe to joy! and though at morn thou weep, And though the midnight finds thee weeping still, Good cheer! good cheer! The shepherd loves his sheep; Resign thee to the watchful Father’s will. 3 Through death to life! and through this vale of tears, And through this thistle-field of life, ascend To the great supper in that world whose years Of bliss unfading, cloudless, know no end. 93310s. After the toil. “After the toil,” when the morning breaks On the bloom-crowned hills of the heavenly land; “After the toil,” when each slumberer wakes, ’Neath the glorified touch of the Infinite Hand. 2 “After the toil,” when the dim earth sinks, Like a worn-out pebble in eternity’s sea; “After the toil,” when each thirsty soul drinks Of the River that flows through Immensity. 3 “After the toil,” O shadowing cloud Of time o’er the face of the Infinite; When thou shalt be dropped like a worm-eaten shroud, What a morning will dawn on us after the night! 4 “After the toil,” and the cross that we bear Way-worn and weary through life’s creeping years; Angels will smile on the crown we shall wear, And the songs of salvation will follow our tears. 5 “After the toil,” O! thou who art faint, Rise from the shadows that darken thy way— Rise while thy faith’s raptured pencil shall paint All its glorified dream of the Infinite Day. 9349s & 8s. The day is at hand. Christian, the morn breaks sweetly o’er thee, And all the midnight shadows flee; Tinged are the distant skies with glory, A beacon-light hung out for thee; Arise, arise! the light breaks o’er thee, Thy name is graven on the throne, Thy home is in the world of glory, Where thy Redeemer reigns alone. 2 Tossed on time’s rude, relentless surges, Calmly, composed, and dauntless stand; For lo! beyond those scenes emerges The hights that bound the promised land. Behold! behold! the land is nearing, Where the wild sea-storm’s rage is o’er; Hark! how the heavenly hosts are cheering; See in what throngs they range the shore! 3 Cheer up! cheer up! the day breaks o’er thee, Bright as the summer’s noontide ray, The star-gemmed crowns and realms of glory Invite thy happy soul away; Away! away! leave all for glory, Thy name is graven on the throne; Thy home is in that world of glory, Where thy Redeemer reigns alone. 935P. M. Whatever my God ordains is right. Whate’er my God ordains is right, His will is ever just; Howe’er he orders now my cause, I will be still and trust. He is my God; Though dark my road, He holds me that I shall not fall; Wherefore to him I leave it all. 2 Whate’er my God ordains is right; He never will deceive; He leads me by the proper path, And so to him I cleave, And take content What he hath sent; His hand can turn my griefs away, And patiently I wait his day. 3 Whate’er my God ordains is right; Though I the cup must drink That bitter seems to my faint heart, I will not fear or shrink; Tears pass away With dawn of day; Sweet comfort yet shall fill my heart, And pain and sorrow all depart. 936H. M. As Mount Zion, which can not be moved. Their hearts shall not be moved Who in the Lord confide; But firm as Zion’s hill, They ever shall abide; As mountains shield Jerusalem, The Lord shall be a Shield to them. 2 His blessing on them rests, Like freshening dew from heaven; And succor from his throne In all their need is given; Omnipotence shall guard them well, And peace remain on Israel. 3 One like the Son of God Is walking at their side, When by the fervid flame And fiery furnace tried; And ’tis enough that he is near, To strengthen them in every fear. 937P. M. Psalm 121. To heaven I lift mine eye, To heaven, Jehovah’s throne, For there my Saviour sits on high, And thence shall strength and aid supply To all he calls his own. 2 He will not faint nor fail, Nor cause thy feet to stray; For him no weary hours assail, Nor evening darkness spreads her vail O’er his eternal day. 3 Beneath that light divine, Securely shalt thou move; The sun with milder beams shall shine, And eve’s still queen her lamp incline Benignant from above. 4 For he, thy God and Friend, Shall keep thy soul from harm, In each sad scene of doubt attend, And guide thy life, and bless thine end, With his almighty arm. 93812s & 8s. Lord, to whom shall we go. When our purest delights are nipt in the blossom, When those we love best are laid low; When grief plants in secret her thorn in the bosom, Deserted—“to whom shall we go?” 2 When, with error bewildered, our path becomes dreary, And tears of despondency flow: When the whole head is sick, and the whole heart is weary, Despairing—“to whom shall we go?” 3 Where the sad, thirsty soul turns away from the springs Of pleasure this world can bestow, And sighs for another, and flatters its wings, Impatient—“to whom shall we go?” 4 O blest be that light which has parted the clouds, And a path to the pilgrim can show; That pierces the vail which the future enshrouds, And tells us to whom we shall go! |
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