AFFLICTIONS.993L. M.The things that are unseen are eternal.2 Cor. 4:18.Thy will be done! I will not fearThe fate provided by thy love;Though clouds and darkness shroud me here,I know that all is bright above.2The stars of heaven are shining on,Though these frail eyes are dimmed with tears;The hopes of earth indeed are gone,But are not ours the immortal years?3Father! forgive the heart that clings,Thus trembling, to the things of time;And bid my soul, on angel wings,Ascend into a purer clime.4There shall no doubts disturb its trust,No sorrows dim celestial love;But these afflictions of the dust,Like shadows of the night, remove.5E’en now, above, there’s radiant day,While clouds and darkness brood below;Then, Father, joyful on my wayTo drink the bitter cup I go.Jane Roscoe.994L. M.Blessed are they that mourn.Matt. 5:4.Deem not that they are blest aloneWhose days a peaceful tenor keep;The God who loves our race has shownA blessing for the eyes that weep.2The light of smiles shall fill againThe lids that overflow with tears,And weary hours of woe and painAre earnests of serener years.3O, there are days of hope and restFor every dark and troubled night!And grief may bide an evening guest,But joy shall come with early light.4And thou who o’er thy friend’s low bierDost shed the bitter drops like rain,Hope that a brighter, happier sphereWill give him to thy arms again.5Nor let the good man’s trust depart,Though life its common gifts deny;Though with a pierced and broken heart,And spurned of men, he goes to die.6For God hath marked each anguished day,And numbered every secret tear;And heaven’s long age of bliss shall payFor all his children suffer here.W. C. Bryant.995L. M.Let not the water-flood overflow me.Psalm 69:15.God of my life, to thee I call;Afflicted at thy feet I fall;When the great water-floods prevail,Leave not my trembling heart to fail.2Friend of the friendless and the faint,Where should I lodge my deep complaint?Where, but with thee, whose open doorInvites the helpless and the poor?3He who has helped me hitherto,Will help me all the journey through,And give me daily cause to raiseNew trophies to his endless praise.4Though rough and thorny be the road,It leads thee home, apace, to God;Then count thy present trials small,For heaven will make amends for all.Cowper.996L. M.God only is my rock.Psalm 62:2.My spirit looks to God alone;My rock and refuge is his throne;In all my fears, in all my straits,My soul for his salvation waits.2Trust him, ye saints, in all your ways;Pour out your hearts before his face;When helpers fail, and foes invade,God is our all-sufficient aid.Watts.997L. M. 6 lines.Heb. 4:15.As oft, with worn and weary feet,We tread earth’s rugged valley o’er,The thought—how comforting and sweet!Christ took this very path before!Our wants and weaknesses he knows,From life’s first dawning to its close.2Do sickness, feebleness, or pain,Or sorrow, in our path appear?The recollection will remain,More deeply did he suffer here!His life, how truly sad and brief,Filled up with suffering and with grief!3If Satan tempt our hearts to stray,And whisper evil things within,So did he, in the desert way,Assail our Lord with thoughts of sin;When worn, and in a feeble hour,The tempter came with all his power.4Just such as I, this earth he trod,With every human ill but sin;And, though indeed the Son of God,As I am now, so he has been.My God, my Saviour, look on meWith pity, love and sympathy.Wilberforce.998L. M.The refiner’s fire.Mal. 3:3.Saviour! though my rebellious willHas been, by thy blest power, renewed;Yet in its secret workings stillHow much remains to be subdued!2Oft I recall, with grief and shame,How many years their course had runEre grace my murmuring heart o’ercame,Ere I could say, “Thy will be done!”3At length thy patient, wondrous love,Unchanging, tender, pitying, strong,Availed that stony heart to move,Which had rebelled, alas! so long.4Then was I taught by thee to say,“Do with me what to thee seems best,Give—take, whate’er thou wilt away,Health, comfort, usefulness, or rest.5“Be my whole life in suffering spent,But let me be in suffering thine;Still, O my Lord, I am content,Thou now hast made thy pleasure mine.”Charlotte Elliott.999L. M. 6 lines.Touched with the feeling of, etc.Heb. 4:15.When gathering clouds around I view,And days are dark and friends are few;On him I lean, who, not in vain,Experienced every human pain.He sees my wants, allays my fears,And counts and treasures up my tears.2If aught should tempt my soul to strayFrom heavenly wisdom’s narrow way,To fly the good I would pursue,Or do the ill I would not do;Still he who felt temptation’s power,Will guard me in that dangerous hour.3When, sorrowing, o’er some stone I bend,Which covers all that was a friend;And from his hand, his voice, his smile,Divides me for a little while—My Saviour marks the tears I shed,For “Jesus wept” o’er Lazarus dead.4And, O! when I have safely passedThrough every conflict but the last,Still, Lord, unchanging, watch besideMy dying bed, for thou hast died;Then point to realms of cloudless day,And wipe the latest tear away.Sir Robt. Grant.1000L. M.I was brought low, and he helped me.Psalm 116:6.I will extol thee, Lord on high:At thy command diseases fly;Who, but a God can speak and saveFrom the dark borders of the grave?2Thine anger but a moment stays,Thy love is life and length of days:Though grief and tears the night employ,The morning star restores our joy.1001C. M.O Lord, save me, and I shall be saved.Jer. 17:14.Great Source of boundless power and grace!Attend my mournful cry;In hours of dark and deep distress,To thee alone I fly.2Thou art my Strength, my Life, my Stay;Assist my feeble trust;O, drive my gloomy fears away,And raise me from the dust.3Fain would I call thy grace to mind,And trust thy glorious name:Jehovah, powerful, wise, and kind,For ever is the same.4Thy presence, Lord, can cheer my heart,When earthly comforts die;Thy voice can bid my pains depart,And raise my pleasures high.5Here let me rest—on thee depend,My God, my Hope, my All;Be thou my everlasting Friend,And I shall never fall.Mrs. Steele.1002C. M.Thou rulest the raging of the sea.Psalm 89:9.To thee, my God, whose presence fillsThe earth, and seas, and skies,To thee, whose name, whose heart is Love,With all my powers I rise.2Troubles in long succession roll;Wave rushes upon wave;Pity, O pity my distress!Thy child, thy suppliant, save!3O bid the roaring tempest cease;Or give me strength to bearWhate’er thy holy will appoints,And save me from despair!4To thee, my God, alone I look,On thee alone confide;Thou never hast deceived the soulThat on thy grace relied.5Though oft thy ways are wrapt in cloudsMysterious and unknown,Truth, righteousness, and mercy stand,The pillars of thy throne.Gibbons.1003C. M.Acts 14:22.Christ leads me through no darker roomsThan he went through before:He that into God’s kingdom comesMust enter by this door.2Come, Lord, when grace hath made me meetThy blesséd face to see;For if thy work on earth be sweet,What must thy glory be?3Then I shall end my sad complaints,And weary, sinful days,And join with those triumphant saintsThat sing Jehovah’s praise.R. Baxter.1004C. M.When the waves arise, thou stillest them.Psalm 89:9.Affliction is a stormy deep,Where wave resounds to wave;Though o’er our heads the billows roll,We know the Lord can save.2When darkness, and when sorrows rose,And pressed on every side,The Lord hath still sustained our steps,And still hath been our guide.3Perhaps, before the morning dawn,He will restore our peace;For he who bade the tempest roarCan bid the tempest cease.4Here will we rest, here build our hopes,Nor murmur at his rod;He’s more to us than all the world—Our Health, our Life, our God.Cotton.1005C. M.Songs in the night.Job. 35:10.O thou who driest the mourner’s tear,How dark this world would be,If, when deceived and wounded here,We could not fly to thee.2But thou wilt heal the broken heart,Which, like the plants that throwTheir fragrance from the wounded part,Breathes sweetness out of woe.3When joy no longer soothes or cheers,And e’en the hope that threwA moment’s sparkle o’er our tearsIs dimmed and vanished too;4O, who would bear life’s stormy doom,Did not thy wing of loveCome brightly wafting through the gloom,Our peace-branch from above?5Then sorrow, touched by thee, grows brightWith more than rapture’s ray;The darkness shows us worlds of lightWe never saw by day.Moore.1006C. M.God is my portion for ever.Psalm 73:26.My times of sorrow and of joy,Great God! are in thy hand;My choicest comforts come from thee,And go at thy command.2If thou shouldst take them all away,Yet would I not repine;Before they were possessed by me,They were entirely thine.3Nor would I drop a murmuring word,Though all the world were gone,But seek enduring happinessIn thee, and thee alone.Beddome.1007C. M. 6 lines.God is the strength of my heart.Psalm 73:26.Happy are they who learn in thee,Though patient suffering teach,The secret of enduring strength,And praise too deep for speech;Peace that no pleasure from without,Nor strife within, can reach.2Safe in thy sanctifying grace,Almighty to restore,Borne onward—sin and death behind,And love and life before—O let my soul abound in hope,And praise thee evermore!1008C. M.The Lord will strengthen him, etc.Psalm 41:3.When languor and disease invadeThis trembling house of clay,’Tis sweet to look beyond my pains,And long to fly away:2Sweet to look inward, and attendThe whispers of his love;Sweet to look upward to the placeWhere Jesus pleads above:3Sweet to look back, and see my nameIn life’s fair book set down;Sweet to look forward, and beholdEternal joys my own:4Sweet to rejoice in lively hope,That when my change shall come,Angels shall hover round my bed,And waft my spirit home:5Sweet in his faithfulness to rest,Whose love can never end;Sweet on his covenant of graceFor all things to depend.6If such the sweetness of the streams,What must the fountain be,Where saints and angels draw their blissImmediately from thee!7O may the unction of these truthsFor ever with me stay,Till, from her sin-worn cage dismissed,My spirit flies away.Toplady.1009C. M.The sorrows of death compassed me.Psalm 116:3.My God, thy service well demandsThe remnant of my days:Why was this fleeting breath renewed,But to renew thy praise?2Thine arms of everlasting loveDid this weak frame sustain;When life was hovering o’er the grave,And nature sunk with pain.3Thou, when the pains of death were felt,Didst chase the fears of hell,And teach my pale and quivering lipsThy matchless grace to tell.4Calmly I bowed my fainting headOn thy dear, faithful breast;Pleased to obey my Father’s callTo his eternal rest.5Into thy hands, my Saviour God,Did I my soul resign,In firm dependence on that truthWhich made salvation mine.6Back from the borders of the grave,At thy command I come,Nor will I urge a speedier flightTo my celestial home.Doddridge.1010C. M.Christ our Refuge.Heb. 6:18.In every trouble, sharp and strong,My soul to Jesus flies;My anchor-hold is firm in him,When swelling billows rise.2His comforts bear my spirits up,I trust a faithful God;The sure foundation of my hopeIs in a Saviour’s blood.3Loud hallelujahs sing, my soul,To thy Redeemer’s name;In joy and sorrow, life and death,His love is still the same.1011C. M.Entire submission.And can my heart aspire so high,To say—“My Father God!”Lord, at thy feet I long to lie,And learn to kiss the rod.2I would submit to all thy will,For thou art good and wise;Let every anxious thought be still,Nor one faint murmur rise.3Thy love can cheer the darksome gloom,And bid me wait serene;Till hopes and joys immortal bloom,And brighten all the scene.4My Father! O permit my heartTo plead her humble claim;And ask the bliss those words impart,In my Redeemer’s name.Mrs. Steele.1012C. M.Out of the depths.Psalm 130:1.O thou! who, in the olive shade,When the dark hour came on,Didst, with a breath of heavenly aid,Strengthen thy suffering Son;2O, by the anguish of that night,Send us now blest relief;Or to the chastened, let thy mightHallow this whelming grief.3And thou, that, when the starry sky,Saw the dread strife begun,Didst teach adoring faith to cry,Father! thy will be done;4By thy meek Spirit, thou, of allThat e’er have mourned the chief,Blest Saviour! if the stroke must fall,Hallow this whelming grief.Mrs. Hemans.1013C. M.One thing have I desired.Psalm 27:4.With earnest longings of the mind,My God, to thee I look;So pants the hunted hart to findAnd taste the cooling brook.2When shall I see thy courts of grace,And meet my God again?So long an absence from thy face,My heart endures with pain.3’Tis with a mournful pleasure now,I think on ancient days;Then to thy house did numbers go,And all our work was praise.4But why, my soul, sunk down so far,Beneath this heavy load?Why do my thoughts indulge despair;And sin against my God?5Hope in the Lord, whose mighty handCan all thy woes remove;For I shall yet before him stand,And sing restoring love.Watts.1014C. M.Thou hast loosed my bonds.Psalm 116:16.Now to thy heavenly Father’s praise,My heart, thy tribute bring;That goodness which prolongs my days,With grateful pleasure sing.2Whene’er he sends afflicting pains,His mercy holds the rod;His powerful word the heart sustains,And speaks a faithful God.3A faithful God is ever nighWhen humble grief implores;His ear attends each plaintive sigh,He pities and restores.4Lord, I am thine, for ever thine,Nor shall my purpose move;Thy hand, that loosed my bonds of pain,Has bound me with thy love.Mrs. Steele.1015S. M.Whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth.Heb. 12:6.How tender is thy hand,O thou most gracious Lord!Afflictions come at thy command,And leave us at thy word.2How gentle was the rodThat chastened us for sin!How soon we found a smiling God,Where deep distress had been!3A Father’s hand we felt,A Father’s heart we knew;’Mid tears of penitence we knelt,And found his word was true.4Now we will bless the Lord,And in his strength confide;For ever be his name adored,For there is none beside.T. Hastings.1016S. M.Lead me to the Rock, etc.Psalm 61:2.When overwhelmed with grief,My heart within me dies,Helpless, and far from all relief,To heaven I lift mine eyes.2O lead me to the RockThat’s high above my head,And make the covert of thy wingsMy shelter and my shade.3Within thy presence, Lord,For ever I’ll abide;Thou art the tower of my defense,The refuge where I hide.Watts.1017S. M.The bow in the cloud.Out of the depths of woe,To thee, O Lord! I cry;Darkness surrounds thee, but I knowThat thou art ever nigh.2Like them I watch and pray,Who for the morning long;Catch the first gleam of welcome day,Then burst into a song.3Glory to God above!The waters soon will cease;For, lo! the swift returning doveBrings home the sign of peace!4Though storms thy face obscure,And dangers threaten loud,Thy holy covenant is sure;Thy bow is in the cloud!Montgomery.1018S. M.God dealeth with you as with sons.Heb. 12:7.How gracious and how wiseIs our chastising God;And, O! how rich the blessings areWhich blossom from his rod!2He lifts it up on highWith pity in his heart,That every stroke his children feel,May grace and peace impart.3Instructed thus, they bowAnd own his sovereign sway;They turn their erring footsteps backTo his forsaken way.4His covenant love they seek,And seek the happy bandsThat closer still engage their heartsTo honor his commands.5Our Father, we consentTo discipline divine;And bless the pain that makes our soulsStill more completely thine.6Supported by thy love,We tend to realms of peace,Where every pain shall far remove,And every frailty cease.Doddridge.1019S. M.The inward man is renewed, etc.2 Cor. 4:16.We love this outward world,Its fair sky overhead,Its morning’s soft, gray mist unfurled,Its sunsets rich and red.2But there’s a world within,That higher glory hath;A life the struggling soul must win—The life of joy and faith.3For this the Father’s loveDoth shade the world of sense,The bounding play of health remove,And dim the sparkling glance;4That, though the earth grows dull,And earthly pleasures few,The spirit gain its wisdom fullTo suffer and to do.5Holy this world within,Unknown to sound or sight—The world of victory over sin,Of faith, and love, and light.1020S. M.Perfect peace in Christ.Isaiah 26:3.Thou very present aidIn suffering and distress,The soul which still on thee is stayed,Is kept in perfect peace.2The soul, by faith reclinedOn the Redeemer’s breast,’Mid raging storms exults to findAn everlasting rest.3Sorrow and fear are goneWhene’er thy face appears:It stills the sighing orphan’s moan,And dries the widow’s tears:4It hallows every cross;It sweetly comforts me;Makes me forget my every loss,And find my all in thee.5Jesus, to whom I fly,Doth all my wishes fill:What though created streams are dry,I have the fountain still.6Stripped of my earthly friends,I find them all in One;And peace and joy that never ends,And heaven in Christ begun.C. Wesley.10217s.One for evermore with thee.Prince of Peace! control my will;Bid this struggling heart be still;Bid my fears and doubtings cease—Hush my spirit into peace.2Thou hast bought me with thy blood,Opened wide the gate to God;Peace I ask—but peace must be,Lord, in being one with thee.3May thy will, not mine, be done;May thy will and mine be one:Chase these doubtings from my heart;Now thy perfect peace impart.4Saviour, at thy feet I fall;Thou my Life, my God, my All,Let thy happy servant beOne for evermore with thee.10227s.Correct me, but with judgment.Jer. 10:24.Gently, gently lay thy rodOn my sinful head, O God!Stay thy wrath, in mercy stay,Lest I sink beneath its sway.2Heal me, for my flesh is weak;Heal me, for thy grace I seek;This my only plea I make—Heal me for thy mercy’s sake.3Who, within the silent grave,Shall proclaim thy power to save?Lord! my sinking soul reprieve;Speak, and I shall rise and live.4Lo! he comes—he heeds my plea!Lo! he comes—the shadows flee;Glory round me dawns once more!Rise, my spirit, and adore!F. Lyte.10237s.Affliction cometh not forth of the dust.Job 5:6.’Tis my happiness below,Not to live without the cross,But the Saviour’s power to know,Sanctifying every loss.2Trials must and will befall;But with humble faith to seeLove inscribed upon them all—This is happiness to me.3Did I meet no trials here,No chastisement by the way;Might I not, with reason, fearI should prove a castaway?4Trials make the promise sweet;Trials give new life to prayer;Trials bring me to his feet—Lay me low, and keep me there.Cowper.10248s & 7s.All thy waves and thy billows, etc.Psalm 42:7.Full of trembling expectation,Feeling much and fearing more,Mighty God of my salvation!I thy timely aid implore;Suffering Son of Man, be near me,All my sufferings to sustain;By thy sorer griefs to cheer me,By thy more than mortal pain.2Call to mind that unknown anguish,In thy days of flesh below;When thy troubled soul did languishUnder a whole world of woe;When thou didst our curse inherit,Groan beneath our guilty load,Burdened with a wounded spirit,Bruised by all the wrath of God.3By thy most severe temptation,In that dark, Satanic hour;By thy last, mysterious passion,Screen me from the adverse power;By thy fainting in the garden,By thy bloody sweat I pray,Write upon my heart the pardon,Take my sins and fears away.4By the travail of thy spirit,By thine outcry on the tree,By thine agonizing merit,In my pangs, remember me!By thy pangs of crucifixion,My weak, dying soul befriend;Make me patient in affliction,Keep me faithful to the end.C. Wesley.10258s & 7s.Afterward.Heb. 12:11.Why should I, in vain repining,Mourn the clouds that cross my way;Since my Saviour’s presence, shining,Turns my darkness into day?2Earthly honor, earthly treasure,All the warmest passions win,And the silken wings of pleasureOnly waft us on to sin.3But, within the vale of sorrow,All with tempests overblown,Purer light and joy we borrowFrom the face of God alone.4Welcome, then, each darker token!Mercy sent it from above!So the heart, subdued, not broken,Bends in fear, and melts with love.Edmeston.10268s, 7s & 4s.In the night his song shall be with me.Psalm 42:8.In the floods of tribulation,While the billows o’er me roll,Jesus whispers consolation,And supports my sinking soul;Sweet affliction!Bringing Jesus to my soul.2In the darkest dispensationsDoth my faithful Lord appear,With his richest consolations,To reanimate and cheer.Sweet affliction!Thus to bring my Saviour near.3All I meet shall still befriend meIn my path to heavenly joy,Where, though trials now attend me,Trials never more annoy.Sweet affliction!Every promise gives me joy.4Wearing there a weight of glory,Still the path I’ll ne’er forget;But, exulting, cry, It led meTo my blesséd Saviour’s seat.Sweet affliction!Which has brought me to his feet.Pearce.10278s.Thou wilt make all his bed in his sickness.Psalm 41:3.How vast is the tribute I owe,Of gratitude, homage and praise,To the giver of all I possess,The life and the length of my days!2When the sorrows I boded were come,I poured out my sighs and my tears;And to him, who alone can relieve,My soul breathed her vows and her prayers.3When my heart throbbed with pain and alarm,When paleness my cheek overspread,When sickness pervaded my frame—Then my soul on my Maker was stayed.4When death’s awful image was nigh,And no mortal was able to save,Thou didst brighten the valley of death,And illumine the gloom of the grave.5In mercy thy presence dispelsThe shades of adversity’s night,And turns the sad scene of despairTo a morning of joy and delight.6Great source of my comforts restored,Thou healer and balm of my woes!Thou hope and desire of my soul!On thy mercy I’ll ever repose.7How boundless the gratitude dueTo thee, O thou God of my praise!The fountain of all I possess,The life and the light of my days!10288s.When he hath tried me, etc.Job. 23:10.O why this disconsolate frame!Though earthly enjoyments decay,My Jesus is ever the same—My Sun in the gloomiest day.2Though molten awhile in the fire,’Tis only the gold to refine;And be this my simple desire,Though suffering, not to repine.3O what are the pleasures to meWhich earth in its fullness can boast?Delusive, its vanities flee—A flash of enjoyment at most.4And if my Redeemer could part,For me, with his throne in the skies,O why is so dear to my heartWhat he in his wisdom denies?5Then let the rude tempest assail,Let blasts of adversity blow,The heavens, though distant, I hail,Beyond this rough ocean of woe.6When safe on that beautiful strand,I’d smile on the billows that foam;Kind angels to hail me to land,And Jesus to welcome me home.10297s & 6s.I was sick, and ye visited me.Matt. 25:36.’Tis not a lonely night watchWhich by the couch I spend:Jesus is close beside us,Our Saviour and our Friend.2Often I strive all vainly,To ease the aching head,Then, silently and gently,Himself he makes thy bed.3Do we not hear him saying,“Your guilt on me was laid,”“Ye are my blood-bought jewels;”“Fear not, be not dismayed.”4“I sit beside the furnace,”“The gold will soon be pure,”“And blesséd are those servantsWho to the end endure.”5Amen! O blessed Saviour,Dwell with us, in us, here,And let us welcome trials,Till we thine image bear.103011s & 8s.I sought him whom my soul loveth.Canticles 3:1.O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight,On whom in affliction I call;My comfort by day and my song in the night,My hope, my salvation, my all!2Where dost thou at noontide resort with thy sheepTo feed on the pastures of love?For why in the valley of death should I weep,Or alone in the wilderness rove?3O why should I wander an alien from thee,And cry in the desert for bread?Thy foes will rejoice when my sorrows they see,And smile at the tears I have shed.4You daughters of Zion, declare have you seenThe star that on Israel shone?Say if your tents my belovéd has been,And where with his flock he is gone?5This is my belovéd; his form is divine,His vestments shed odors around,The locks on his head are as grapes on the vineWhen autumn with plenty is crowned.6The roses of Sharon, the lilies that growIn the vales, on the banks of the streams,On his cheeks in the beauty of excellence glow,And his eyes are as quivers of beams.7His voice, as the sound of the dulcimer sweet,Is heard through the shadows of death;The cedars of Lebanon bow at his feet,The air is perfumed with his breath.8His lips as a fountain of righteousness flowThat water the garden of grace;From which their salvation the Gentiles shall know,And bask in the smiles of his face.9Love sits on his eyelids, and scatters delightThrough all the bright mansions on high;Their faces the cherubim vail in his sight,And tremble with fullness of joy.10He looks, and ten thousands of angels rejoice,And myriads wait for his word;He speaks, and eternity, filled with his voice,Re-echoes the praise of her Lord.103111s & 10s.Sorrowful, yet always rejoicing.2 Cor. 6:10.We will not weep, for God is standing by us,And tears will blind us to the blesséd sight;We will not doubt, if darkness still doth try us:Our souls have promise of serenest light.2We will not faint, if heavy burdens bend us;They press no harder than our souls can bear;The thorniest way is lying still behind us;We shall be braver for the past despair.3O not in doubt shall be our journey’s ending:Sin with its fears, shall leave us at the last;All its best hopes in glad fulfillment blending,Life shall be with us more when death is past.4Help us, O Father! when the world is pressingOn our frail hearts, that faint without their Friend;Help us, O Father! let thy constant blessingStrengthen our weakness, till the joyful end.W. H. Hurlbut.1032P. M.All my springs are in thee.Psalm 87:7.As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean,Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can see,So deep in my heart, the still prayer of devotionUnheard by the world, rises silent to thee—My God! silent to thee—Pure, warm, silent to thee.2As still to the star of its worship, though clouded,The needle points faithfully o’er the dim sea,So, dark as I roam thro’ this wintery world shrouded,The hope of my spirit turns trembling to thee—My God! trembling to thee—True, fond, trembling to thee.Moore.10334s & 6s, or C. M.Canticles 4:16.The spring-tide hourBrings leaf and flower,With songs of life and love;And many a layWears out the dayIn many a leafy grove.Bird, flower, and tree,Seem to agreeTheir choicest gifts to bring;But this poor heartBears not its part,In it there is no spring.2Dews fall apace,The dews of grace,Upon this soul of sin;And love divineDelights to shineUpon the waste within:Yet year by year,Fruits, flowers, appear,And birds their praises sing;But this poor heartBears not its part,Its winter has no spring.3Lord, let thy love,Fresh from above,Soft as the south-wind blow!Call forth its bloom,Wake its perfume,And bid its spices flow!And when thy voiceMakes earth rejoice,And the hills laugh and sing,Lord! make this heartTo bear its part,And join the praise of spring!J. S. B. Monsell.
993L. M.The things that are unseen are eternal.2 Cor. 4:18.Thy will be done! I will not fearThe fate provided by thy love;Though clouds and darkness shroud me here,I know that all is bright above.2The stars of heaven are shining on,Though these frail eyes are dimmed with tears;The hopes of earth indeed are gone,But are not ours the immortal years?3Father! forgive the heart that clings,Thus trembling, to the things of time;And bid my soul, on angel wings,Ascend into a purer clime.4There shall no doubts disturb its trust,No sorrows dim celestial love;But these afflictions of the dust,Like shadows of the night, remove.5E’en now, above, there’s radiant day,While clouds and darkness brood below;Then, Father, joyful on my wayTo drink the bitter cup I go.Jane Roscoe.
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The things that are unseen are eternal.2 Cor. 4:18.
Thy will be done! I will not fearThe fate provided by thy love;Though clouds and darkness shroud me here,I know that all is bright above.
Thy will be done! I will not fear
The fate provided by thy love;
Though clouds and darkness shroud me here,
I know that all is bright above.
2The stars of heaven are shining on,Though these frail eyes are dimmed with tears;The hopes of earth indeed are gone,But are not ours the immortal years?
2The stars of heaven are shining on,
Though these frail eyes are dimmed with tears;
The hopes of earth indeed are gone,
But are not ours the immortal years?
3Father! forgive the heart that clings,Thus trembling, to the things of time;And bid my soul, on angel wings,Ascend into a purer clime.
3Father! forgive the heart that clings,
Thus trembling, to the things of time;
And bid my soul, on angel wings,
Ascend into a purer clime.
4There shall no doubts disturb its trust,No sorrows dim celestial love;But these afflictions of the dust,Like shadows of the night, remove.
4There shall no doubts disturb its trust,
No sorrows dim celestial love;
But these afflictions of the dust,
Like shadows of the night, remove.
5E’en now, above, there’s radiant day,While clouds and darkness brood below;Then, Father, joyful on my wayTo drink the bitter cup I go.
5E’en now, above, there’s radiant day,
While clouds and darkness brood below;
Then, Father, joyful on my way
To drink the bitter cup I go.
Jane Roscoe.
994L. M.Blessed are they that mourn.Matt. 5:4.Deem not that they are blest aloneWhose days a peaceful tenor keep;The God who loves our race has shownA blessing for the eyes that weep.2The light of smiles shall fill againThe lids that overflow with tears,And weary hours of woe and painAre earnests of serener years.3O, there are days of hope and restFor every dark and troubled night!And grief may bide an evening guest,But joy shall come with early light.4And thou who o’er thy friend’s low bierDost shed the bitter drops like rain,Hope that a brighter, happier sphereWill give him to thy arms again.5Nor let the good man’s trust depart,Though life its common gifts deny;Though with a pierced and broken heart,And spurned of men, he goes to die.6For God hath marked each anguished day,And numbered every secret tear;And heaven’s long age of bliss shall payFor all his children suffer here.W. C. Bryant.
L. M.
Blessed are they that mourn.Matt. 5:4.
Deem not that they are blest aloneWhose days a peaceful tenor keep;The God who loves our race has shownA blessing for the eyes that weep.
Deem not that they are blest alone
Whose days a peaceful tenor keep;
The God who loves our race has shown
A blessing for the eyes that weep.
2The light of smiles shall fill againThe lids that overflow with tears,And weary hours of woe and painAre earnests of serener years.
2The light of smiles shall fill again
The lids that overflow with tears,
And weary hours of woe and pain
Are earnests of serener years.
3O, there are days of hope and restFor every dark and troubled night!And grief may bide an evening guest,But joy shall come with early light.
3O, there are days of hope and rest
For every dark and troubled night!
And grief may bide an evening guest,
But joy shall come with early light.
4And thou who o’er thy friend’s low bierDost shed the bitter drops like rain,Hope that a brighter, happier sphereWill give him to thy arms again.
4And thou who o’er thy friend’s low bier
Dost shed the bitter drops like rain,
Hope that a brighter, happier sphere
Will give him to thy arms again.
5Nor let the good man’s trust depart,Though life its common gifts deny;Though with a pierced and broken heart,And spurned of men, he goes to die.
5Nor let the good man’s trust depart,
Though life its common gifts deny;
Though with a pierced and broken heart,
And spurned of men, he goes to die.
6For God hath marked each anguished day,And numbered every secret tear;And heaven’s long age of bliss shall payFor all his children suffer here.
6For God hath marked each anguished day,
And numbered every secret tear;
And heaven’s long age of bliss shall pay
For all his children suffer here.
W. C. Bryant.
995L. M.Let not the water-flood overflow me.Psalm 69:15.God of my life, to thee I call;Afflicted at thy feet I fall;When the great water-floods prevail,Leave not my trembling heart to fail.2Friend of the friendless and the faint,Where should I lodge my deep complaint?Where, but with thee, whose open doorInvites the helpless and the poor?3He who has helped me hitherto,Will help me all the journey through,And give me daily cause to raiseNew trophies to his endless praise.4Though rough and thorny be the road,It leads thee home, apace, to God;Then count thy present trials small,For heaven will make amends for all.Cowper.
L. M.
Let not the water-flood overflow me.Psalm 69:15.
God of my life, to thee I call;Afflicted at thy feet I fall;When the great water-floods prevail,Leave not my trembling heart to fail.
God of my life, to thee I call;
Afflicted at thy feet I fall;
When the great water-floods prevail,
Leave not my trembling heart to fail.
2Friend of the friendless and the faint,Where should I lodge my deep complaint?Where, but with thee, whose open doorInvites the helpless and the poor?
2Friend of the friendless and the faint,
Where should I lodge my deep complaint?
Where, but with thee, whose open door
Invites the helpless and the poor?
3He who has helped me hitherto,Will help me all the journey through,And give me daily cause to raiseNew trophies to his endless praise.
3He who has helped me hitherto,
Will help me all the journey through,
And give me daily cause to raise
New trophies to his endless praise.
4Though rough and thorny be the road,It leads thee home, apace, to God;Then count thy present trials small,For heaven will make amends for all.
4Though rough and thorny be the road,
It leads thee home, apace, to God;
Then count thy present trials small,
For heaven will make amends for all.
Cowper.
996L. M.God only is my rock.Psalm 62:2.My spirit looks to God alone;My rock and refuge is his throne;In all my fears, in all my straits,My soul for his salvation waits.2Trust him, ye saints, in all your ways;Pour out your hearts before his face;When helpers fail, and foes invade,God is our all-sufficient aid.Watts.
L. M.
God only is my rock.Psalm 62:2.
My spirit looks to God alone;My rock and refuge is his throne;In all my fears, in all my straits,My soul for his salvation waits.
My spirit looks to God alone;
My rock and refuge is his throne;
In all my fears, in all my straits,
My soul for his salvation waits.
2Trust him, ye saints, in all your ways;Pour out your hearts before his face;When helpers fail, and foes invade,God is our all-sufficient aid.
2Trust him, ye saints, in all your ways;
Pour out your hearts before his face;
When helpers fail, and foes invade,
God is our all-sufficient aid.
Watts.
997L. M. 6 lines.Heb. 4:15.As oft, with worn and weary feet,We tread earth’s rugged valley o’er,The thought—how comforting and sweet!Christ took this very path before!Our wants and weaknesses he knows,From life’s first dawning to its close.2Do sickness, feebleness, or pain,Or sorrow, in our path appear?The recollection will remain,More deeply did he suffer here!His life, how truly sad and brief,Filled up with suffering and with grief!3If Satan tempt our hearts to stray,And whisper evil things within,So did he, in the desert way,Assail our Lord with thoughts of sin;When worn, and in a feeble hour,The tempter came with all his power.4Just such as I, this earth he trod,With every human ill but sin;And, though indeed the Son of God,As I am now, so he has been.My God, my Saviour, look on meWith pity, love and sympathy.Wilberforce.
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Heb. 4:15.
As oft, with worn and weary feet,We tread earth’s rugged valley o’er,The thought—how comforting and sweet!Christ took this very path before!Our wants and weaknesses he knows,From life’s first dawning to its close.
As oft, with worn and weary feet,
We tread earth’s rugged valley o’er,
The thought—how comforting and sweet!
Christ took this very path before!
Our wants and weaknesses he knows,
From life’s first dawning to its close.
2Do sickness, feebleness, or pain,Or sorrow, in our path appear?The recollection will remain,More deeply did he suffer here!His life, how truly sad and brief,Filled up with suffering and with grief!
2Do sickness, feebleness, or pain,
Or sorrow, in our path appear?
The recollection will remain,
More deeply did he suffer here!
His life, how truly sad and brief,
Filled up with suffering and with grief!
3If Satan tempt our hearts to stray,And whisper evil things within,So did he, in the desert way,Assail our Lord with thoughts of sin;When worn, and in a feeble hour,The tempter came with all his power.
3If Satan tempt our hearts to stray,
And whisper evil things within,
So did he, in the desert way,
Assail our Lord with thoughts of sin;
When worn, and in a feeble hour,
The tempter came with all his power.
4Just such as I, this earth he trod,With every human ill but sin;And, though indeed the Son of God,As I am now, so he has been.My God, my Saviour, look on meWith pity, love and sympathy.
4Just such as I, this earth he trod,
With every human ill but sin;
And, though indeed the Son of God,
As I am now, so he has been.
My God, my Saviour, look on me
With pity, love and sympathy.
Wilberforce.
998L. M.The refiner’s fire.Mal. 3:3.Saviour! though my rebellious willHas been, by thy blest power, renewed;Yet in its secret workings stillHow much remains to be subdued!2Oft I recall, with grief and shame,How many years their course had runEre grace my murmuring heart o’ercame,Ere I could say, “Thy will be done!”3At length thy patient, wondrous love,Unchanging, tender, pitying, strong,Availed that stony heart to move,Which had rebelled, alas! so long.4Then was I taught by thee to say,“Do with me what to thee seems best,Give—take, whate’er thou wilt away,Health, comfort, usefulness, or rest.5“Be my whole life in suffering spent,But let me be in suffering thine;Still, O my Lord, I am content,Thou now hast made thy pleasure mine.”Charlotte Elliott.
L. M.
The refiner’s fire.Mal. 3:3.
Saviour! though my rebellious willHas been, by thy blest power, renewed;Yet in its secret workings stillHow much remains to be subdued!
Saviour! though my rebellious will
Has been, by thy blest power, renewed;
Yet in its secret workings still
How much remains to be subdued!
2Oft I recall, with grief and shame,How many years their course had runEre grace my murmuring heart o’ercame,Ere I could say, “Thy will be done!”
2Oft I recall, with grief and shame,
How many years their course had run
Ere grace my murmuring heart o’ercame,
Ere I could say, “Thy will be done!”
3At length thy patient, wondrous love,Unchanging, tender, pitying, strong,Availed that stony heart to move,Which had rebelled, alas! so long.
3At length thy patient, wondrous love,
Unchanging, tender, pitying, strong,
Availed that stony heart to move,
Which had rebelled, alas! so long.
4Then was I taught by thee to say,“Do with me what to thee seems best,Give—take, whate’er thou wilt away,Health, comfort, usefulness, or rest.
4Then was I taught by thee to say,
“Do with me what to thee seems best,
Give—take, whate’er thou wilt away,
Health, comfort, usefulness, or rest.
5“Be my whole life in suffering spent,But let me be in suffering thine;Still, O my Lord, I am content,Thou now hast made thy pleasure mine.”
5“Be my whole life in suffering spent,
But let me be in suffering thine;
Still, O my Lord, I am content,
Thou now hast made thy pleasure mine.”
Charlotte Elliott.
999L. M. 6 lines.Touched with the feeling of, etc.Heb. 4:15.When gathering clouds around I view,And days are dark and friends are few;On him I lean, who, not in vain,Experienced every human pain.He sees my wants, allays my fears,And counts and treasures up my tears.2If aught should tempt my soul to strayFrom heavenly wisdom’s narrow way,To fly the good I would pursue,Or do the ill I would not do;Still he who felt temptation’s power,Will guard me in that dangerous hour.3When, sorrowing, o’er some stone I bend,Which covers all that was a friend;And from his hand, his voice, his smile,Divides me for a little while—My Saviour marks the tears I shed,For “Jesus wept” o’er Lazarus dead.4And, O! when I have safely passedThrough every conflict but the last,Still, Lord, unchanging, watch besideMy dying bed, for thou hast died;Then point to realms of cloudless day,And wipe the latest tear away.Sir Robt. Grant.
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Touched with the feeling of, etc.Heb. 4:15.
When gathering clouds around I view,And days are dark and friends are few;On him I lean, who, not in vain,Experienced every human pain.He sees my wants, allays my fears,And counts and treasures up my tears.
When gathering clouds around I view,
And days are dark and friends are few;
On him I lean, who, not in vain,
Experienced every human pain.
He sees my wants, allays my fears,
And counts and treasures up my tears.
2If aught should tempt my soul to strayFrom heavenly wisdom’s narrow way,To fly the good I would pursue,Or do the ill I would not do;Still he who felt temptation’s power,Will guard me in that dangerous hour.
2If aught should tempt my soul to stray
From heavenly wisdom’s narrow way,
To fly the good I would pursue,
Or do the ill I would not do;
Still he who felt temptation’s power,
Will guard me in that dangerous hour.
3When, sorrowing, o’er some stone I bend,Which covers all that was a friend;And from his hand, his voice, his smile,Divides me for a little while—My Saviour marks the tears I shed,For “Jesus wept” o’er Lazarus dead.
3When, sorrowing, o’er some stone I bend,
Which covers all that was a friend;
And from his hand, his voice, his smile,
Divides me for a little while—
My Saviour marks the tears I shed,
For “Jesus wept” o’er Lazarus dead.
4And, O! when I have safely passedThrough every conflict but the last,Still, Lord, unchanging, watch besideMy dying bed, for thou hast died;Then point to realms of cloudless day,And wipe the latest tear away.
4And, O! when I have safely passed
Through every conflict but the last,
Still, Lord, unchanging, watch beside
My dying bed, for thou hast died;
Then point to realms of cloudless day,
And wipe the latest tear away.
Sir Robt. Grant.
1000L. M.I was brought low, and he helped me.Psalm 116:6.I will extol thee, Lord on high:At thy command diseases fly;Who, but a God can speak and saveFrom the dark borders of the grave?2Thine anger but a moment stays,Thy love is life and length of days:Though grief and tears the night employ,The morning star restores our joy.
L. M.
I was brought low, and he helped me.Psalm 116:6.
I will extol thee, Lord on high:At thy command diseases fly;Who, but a God can speak and saveFrom the dark borders of the grave?
I will extol thee, Lord on high:
At thy command diseases fly;
Who, but a God can speak and save
From the dark borders of the grave?
2Thine anger but a moment stays,Thy love is life and length of days:Though grief and tears the night employ,The morning star restores our joy.
2Thine anger but a moment stays,
Thy love is life and length of days:
Though grief and tears the night employ,
The morning star restores our joy.
1001C. M.O Lord, save me, and I shall be saved.Jer. 17:14.Great Source of boundless power and grace!Attend my mournful cry;In hours of dark and deep distress,To thee alone I fly.2Thou art my Strength, my Life, my Stay;Assist my feeble trust;O, drive my gloomy fears away,And raise me from the dust.3Fain would I call thy grace to mind,And trust thy glorious name:Jehovah, powerful, wise, and kind,For ever is the same.4Thy presence, Lord, can cheer my heart,When earthly comforts die;Thy voice can bid my pains depart,And raise my pleasures high.5Here let me rest—on thee depend,My God, my Hope, my All;Be thou my everlasting Friend,And I shall never fall.Mrs. Steele.
C. M.
O Lord, save me, and I shall be saved.Jer. 17:14.
Great Source of boundless power and grace!Attend my mournful cry;In hours of dark and deep distress,To thee alone I fly.
Great Source of boundless power and grace!
Attend my mournful cry;
In hours of dark and deep distress,
To thee alone I fly.
2Thou art my Strength, my Life, my Stay;Assist my feeble trust;O, drive my gloomy fears away,And raise me from the dust.
2Thou art my Strength, my Life, my Stay;
Assist my feeble trust;
O, drive my gloomy fears away,
And raise me from the dust.
3Fain would I call thy grace to mind,And trust thy glorious name:Jehovah, powerful, wise, and kind,For ever is the same.
3Fain would I call thy grace to mind,
And trust thy glorious name:
Jehovah, powerful, wise, and kind,
For ever is the same.
4Thy presence, Lord, can cheer my heart,When earthly comforts die;Thy voice can bid my pains depart,And raise my pleasures high.
4Thy presence, Lord, can cheer my heart,
When earthly comforts die;
Thy voice can bid my pains depart,
And raise my pleasures high.
5Here let me rest—on thee depend,My God, my Hope, my All;Be thou my everlasting Friend,And I shall never fall.
5Here let me rest—on thee depend,
My God, my Hope, my All;
Be thou my everlasting Friend,
And I shall never fall.
Mrs. Steele.
1002C. M.Thou rulest the raging of the sea.Psalm 89:9.To thee, my God, whose presence fillsThe earth, and seas, and skies,To thee, whose name, whose heart is Love,With all my powers I rise.2Troubles in long succession roll;Wave rushes upon wave;Pity, O pity my distress!Thy child, thy suppliant, save!3O bid the roaring tempest cease;Or give me strength to bearWhate’er thy holy will appoints,And save me from despair!4To thee, my God, alone I look,On thee alone confide;Thou never hast deceived the soulThat on thy grace relied.5Though oft thy ways are wrapt in cloudsMysterious and unknown,Truth, righteousness, and mercy stand,The pillars of thy throne.Gibbons.
C. M.
Thou rulest the raging of the sea.Psalm 89:9.
To thee, my God, whose presence fillsThe earth, and seas, and skies,To thee, whose name, whose heart is Love,With all my powers I rise.
To thee, my God, whose presence fills
The earth, and seas, and skies,
To thee, whose name, whose heart is Love,
With all my powers I rise.
2Troubles in long succession roll;Wave rushes upon wave;Pity, O pity my distress!Thy child, thy suppliant, save!
2Troubles in long succession roll;
Wave rushes upon wave;
Pity, O pity my distress!
Thy child, thy suppliant, save!
3O bid the roaring tempest cease;Or give me strength to bearWhate’er thy holy will appoints,And save me from despair!
3O bid the roaring tempest cease;
Or give me strength to bear
Whate’er thy holy will appoints,
And save me from despair!
4To thee, my God, alone I look,On thee alone confide;Thou never hast deceived the soulThat on thy grace relied.
4To thee, my God, alone I look,
On thee alone confide;
Thou never hast deceived the soul
That on thy grace relied.
5Though oft thy ways are wrapt in cloudsMysterious and unknown,Truth, righteousness, and mercy stand,The pillars of thy throne.
5Though oft thy ways are wrapt in clouds
Mysterious and unknown,
Truth, righteousness, and mercy stand,
The pillars of thy throne.
Gibbons.
1003C. M.Acts 14:22.Christ leads me through no darker roomsThan he went through before:He that into God’s kingdom comesMust enter by this door.2Come, Lord, when grace hath made me meetThy blesséd face to see;For if thy work on earth be sweet,What must thy glory be?3Then I shall end my sad complaints,And weary, sinful days,And join with those triumphant saintsThat sing Jehovah’s praise.R. Baxter.
C. M.
Acts 14:22.
Christ leads me through no darker roomsThan he went through before:He that into God’s kingdom comesMust enter by this door.
Christ leads me through no darker rooms
Than he went through before:
He that into God’s kingdom comes
Must enter by this door.
2Come, Lord, when grace hath made me meetThy blesséd face to see;For if thy work on earth be sweet,What must thy glory be?
2Come, Lord, when grace hath made me meet
Thy blesséd face to see;
For if thy work on earth be sweet,
What must thy glory be?
3Then I shall end my sad complaints,And weary, sinful days,And join with those triumphant saintsThat sing Jehovah’s praise.
3Then I shall end my sad complaints,
And weary, sinful days,
And join with those triumphant saints
That sing Jehovah’s praise.
R. Baxter.
1004C. M.When the waves arise, thou stillest them.Psalm 89:9.Affliction is a stormy deep,Where wave resounds to wave;Though o’er our heads the billows roll,We know the Lord can save.2When darkness, and when sorrows rose,And pressed on every side,The Lord hath still sustained our steps,And still hath been our guide.3Perhaps, before the morning dawn,He will restore our peace;For he who bade the tempest roarCan bid the tempest cease.4Here will we rest, here build our hopes,Nor murmur at his rod;He’s more to us than all the world—Our Health, our Life, our God.Cotton.
C. M.
When the waves arise, thou stillest them.Psalm 89:9.
Affliction is a stormy deep,Where wave resounds to wave;Though o’er our heads the billows roll,We know the Lord can save.
Affliction is a stormy deep,
Where wave resounds to wave;
Though o’er our heads the billows roll,
We know the Lord can save.
2When darkness, and when sorrows rose,And pressed on every side,The Lord hath still sustained our steps,And still hath been our guide.
2When darkness, and when sorrows rose,
And pressed on every side,
The Lord hath still sustained our steps,
And still hath been our guide.
3Perhaps, before the morning dawn,He will restore our peace;For he who bade the tempest roarCan bid the tempest cease.
3Perhaps, before the morning dawn,
He will restore our peace;
For he who bade the tempest roar
Can bid the tempest cease.
4Here will we rest, here build our hopes,Nor murmur at his rod;He’s more to us than all the world—Our Health, our Life, our God.
4Here will we rest, here build our hopes,
Nor murmur at his rod;
He’s more to us than all the world—
Our Health, our Life, our God.
Cotton.
1005C. M.Songs in the night.Job. 35:10.O thou who driest the mourner’s tear,How dark this world would be,If, when deceived and wounded here,We could not fly to thee.2But thou wilt heal the broken heart,Which, like the plants that throwTheir fragrance from the wounded part,Breathes sweetness out of woe.3When joy no longer soothes or cheers,And e’en the hope that threwA moment’s sparkle o’er our tearsIs dimmed and vanished too;4O, who would bear life’s stormy doom,Did not thy wing of loveCome brightly wafting through the gloom,Our peace-branch from above?5Then sorrow, touched by thee, grows brightWith more than rapture’s ray;The darkness shows us worlds of lightWe never saw by day.Moore.
C. M.
Songs in the night.Job. 35:10.
O thou who driest the mourner’s tear,How dark this world would be,If, when deceived and wounded here,We could not fly to thee.
O thou who driest the mourner’s tear,
How dark this world would be,
If, when deceived and wounded here,
We could not fly to thee.
2But thou wilt heal the broken heart,Which, like the plants that throwTheir fragrance from the wounded part,Breathes sweetness out of woe.
2But thou wilt heal the broken heart,
Which, like the plants that throw
Their fragrance from the wounded part,
Breathes sweetness out of woe.
3When joy no longer soothes or cheers,And e’en the hope that threwA moment’s sparkle o’er our tearsIs dimmed and vanished too;
3When joy no longer soothes or cheers,
And e’en the hope that threw
A moment’s sparkle o’er our tears
Is dimmed and vanished too;
4O, who would bear life’s stormy doom,Did not thy wing of loveCome brightly wafting through the gloom,Our peace-branch from above?
4O, who would bear life’s stormy doom,
Did not thy wing of love
Come brightly wafting through the gloom,
Our peace-branch from above?
5Then sorrow, touched by thee, grows brightWith more than rapture’s ray;The darkness shows us worlds of lightWe never saw by day.
5Then sorrow, touched by thee, grows bright
With more than rapture’s ray;
The darkness shows us worlds of light
We never saw by day.
Moore.
1006C. M.God is my portion for ever.Psalm 73:26.My times of sorrow and of joy,Great God! are in thy hand;My choicest comforts come from thee,And go at thy command.2If thou shouldst take them all away,Yet would I not repine;Before they were possessed by me,They were entirely thine.3Nor would I drop a murmuring word,Though all the world were gone,But seek enduring happinessIn thee, and thee alone.Beddome.
C. M.
God is my portion for ever.Psalm 73:26.
My times of sorrow and of joy,Great God! are in thy hand;My choicest comforts come from thee,And go at thy command.
My times of sorrow and of joy,
Great God! are in thy hand;
My choicest comforts come from thee,
And go at thy command.
2If thou shouldst take them all away,Yet would I not repine;Before they were possessed by me,They were entirely thine.
2If thou shouldst take them all away,
Yet would I not repine;
Before they were possessed by me,
They were entirely thine.
3Nor would I drop a murmuring word,Though all the world were gone,But seek enduring happinessIn thee, and thee alone.
3Nor would I drop a murmuring word,
Though all the world were gone,
But seek enduring happiness
In thee, and thee alone.
Beddome.
1007C. M. 6 lines.God is the strength of my heart.Psalm 73:26.Happy are they who learn in thee,Though patient suffering teach,The secret of enduring strength,And praise too deep for speech;Peace that no pleasure from without,Nor strife within, can reach.2Safe in thy sanctifying grace,Almighty to restore,Borne onward—sin and death behind,And love and life before—O let my soul abound in hope,And praise thee evermore!
C. M. 6 lines.
God is the strength of my heart.Psalm 73:26.
Happy are they who learn in thee,Though patient suffering teach,The secret of enduring strength,And praise too deep for speech;Peace that no pleasure from without,Nor strife within, can reach.
Happy are they who learn in thee,
Though patient suffering teach,
The secret of enduring strength,
And praise too deep for speech;
Peace that no pleasure from without,
Nor strife within, can reach.
2Safe in thy sanctifying grace,Almighty to restore,Borne onward—sin and death behind,And love and life before—O let my soul abound in hope,And praise thee evermore!
2Safe in thy sanctifying grace,
Almighty to restore,
Borne onward—sin and death behind,
And love and life before—
O let my soul abound in hope,
And praise thee evermore!
1008C. M.The Lord will strengthen him, etc.Psalm 41:3.When languor and disease invadeThis trembling house of clay,’Tis sweet to look beyond my pains,And long to fly away:2Sweet to look inward, and attendThe whispers of his love;Sweet to look upward to the placeWhere Jesus pleads above:3Sweet to look back, and see my nameIn life’s fair book set down;Sweet to look forward, and beholdEternal joys my own:4Sweet to rejoice in lively hope,That when my change shall come,Angels shall hover round my bed,And waft my spirit home:5Sweet in his faithfulness to rest,Whose love can never end;Sweet on his covenant of graceFor all things to depend.6If such the sweetness of the streams,What must the fountain be,Where saints and angels draw their blissImmediately from thee!7O may the unction of these truthsFor ever with me stay,Till, from her sin-worn cage dismissed,My spirit flies away.Toplady.
C. M.
The Lord will strengthen him, etc.Psalm 41:3.
When languor and disease invadeThis trembling house of clay,’Tis sweet to look beyond my pains,And long to fly away:
When languor and disease invade
This trembling house of clay,
’Tis sweet to look beyond my pains,
And long to fly away:
2Sweet to look inward, and attendThe whispers of his love;Sweet to look upward to the placeWhere Jesus pleads above:
2Sweet to look inward, and attend
The whispers of his love;
Sweet to look upward to the place
Where Jesus pleads above:
3Sweet to look back, and see my nameIn life’s fair book set down;Sweet to look forward, and beholdEternal joys my own:
3Sweet to look back, and see my name
In life’s fair book set down;
Sweet to look forward, and behold
Eternal joys my own:
4Sweet to rejoice in lively hope,That when my change shall come,Angels shall hover round my bed,And waft my spirit home:
4Sweet to rejoice in lively hope,
That when my change shall come,
Angels shall hover round my bed,
And waft my spirit home:
5Sweet in his faithfulness to rest,Whose love can never end;Sweet on his covenant of graceFor all things to depend.
5Sweet in his faithfulness to rest,
Whose love can never end;
Sweet on his covenant of grace
For all things to depend.
6If such the sweetness of the streams,What must the fountain be,Where saints and angels draw their blissImmediately from thee!
6If such the sweetness of the streams,
What must the fountain be,
Where saints and angels draw their bliss
Immediately from thee!
7O may the unction of these truthsFor ever with me stay,Till, from her sin-worn cage dismissed,My spirit flies away.
7O may the unction of these truths
For ever with me stay,
Till, from her sin-worn cage dismissed,
My spirit flies away.
Toplady.
1009C. M.The sorrows of death compassed me.Psalm 116:3.My God, thy service well demandsThe remnant of my days:Why was this fleeting breath renewed,But to renew thy praise?2Thine arms of everlasting loveDid this weak frame sustain;When life was hovering o’er the grave,And nature sunk with pain.3Thou, when the pains of death were felt,Didst chase the fears of hell,And teach my pale and quivering lipsThy matchless grace to tell.4Calmly I bowed my fainting headOn thy dear, faithful breast;Pleased to obey my Father’s callTo his eternal rest.5Into thy hands, my Saviour God,Did I my soul resign,In firm dependence on that truthWhich made salvation mine.6Back from the borders of the grave,At thy command I come,Nor will I urge a speedier flightTo my celestial home.Doddridge.
C. M.
The sorrows of death compassed me.Psalm 116:3.
My God, thy service well demandsThe remnant of my days:Why was this fleeting breath renewed,But to renew thy praise?
My God, thy service well demands
The remnant of my days:
Why was this fleeting breath renewed,
But to renew thy praise?
2Thine arms of everlasting loveDid this weak frame sustain;When life was hovering o’er the grave,And nature sunk with pain.
2Thine arms of everlasting love
Did this weak frame sustain;
When life was hovering o’er the grave,
And nature sunk with pain.
3Thou, when the pains of death were felt,Didst chase the fears of hell,And teach my pale and quivering lipsThy matchless grace to tell.
3Thou, when the pains of death were felt,
Didst chase the fears of hell,
And teach my pale and quivering lips
Thy matchless grace to tell.
4Calmly I bowed my fainting headOn thy dear, faithful breast;Pleased to obey my Father’s callTo his eternal rest.
4Calmly I bowed my fainting head
On thy dear, faithful breast;
Pleased to obey my Father’s call
To his eternal rest.
5Into thy hands, my Saviour God,Did I my soul resign,In firm dependence on that truthWhich made salvation mine.
5Into thy hands, my Saviour God,
Did I my soul resign,
In firm dependence on that truth
Which made salvation mine.
6Back from the borders of the grave,At thy command I come,Nor will I urge a speedier flightTo my celestial home.
6Back from the borders of the grave,
At thy command I come,
Nor will I urge a speedier flight
To my celestial home.
Doddridge.
1010C. M.Christ our Refuge.Heb. 6:18.In every trouble, sharp and strong,My soul to Jesus flies;My anchor-hold is firm in him,When swelling billows rise.2His comforts bear my spirits up,I trust a faithful God;The sure foundation of my hopeIs in a Saviour’s blood.3Loud hallelujahs sing, my soul,To thy Redeemer’s name;In joy and sorrow, life and death,His love is still the same.
C. M.
Christ our Refuge.Heb. 6:18.
In every trouble, sharp and strong,My soul to Jesus flies;My anchor-hold is firm in him,When swelling billows rise.
In every trouble, sharp and strong,
My soul to Jesus flies;
My anchor-hold is firm in him,
When swelling billows rise.
2His comforts bear my spirits up,I trust a faithful God;The sure foundation of my hopeIs in a Saviour’s blood.
2His comforts bear my spirits up,
I trust a faithful God;
The sure foundation of my hope
Is in a Saviour’s blood.
3Loud hallelujahs sing, my soul,To thy Redeemer’s name;In joy and sorrow, life and death,His love is still the same.
3Loud hallelujahs sing, my soul,
To thy Redeemer’s name;
In joy and sorrow, life and death,
His love is still the same.
1011C. M.Entire submission.And can my heart aspire so high,To say—“My Father God!”Lord, at thy feet I long to lie,And learn to kiss the rod.2I would submit to all thy will,For thou art good and wise;Let every anxious thought be still,Nor one faint murmur rise.3Thy love can cheer the darksome gloom,And bid me wait serene;Till hopes and joys immortal bloom,And brighten all the scene.4My Father! O permit my heartTo plead her humble claim;And ask the bliss those words impart,In my Redeemer’s name.Mrs. Steele.
C. M.
Entire submission.
And can my heart aspire so high,To say—“My Father God!”Lord, at thy feet I long to lie,And learn to kiss the rod.
And can my heart aspire so high,
To say—“My Father God!”
Lord, at thy feet I long to lie,
And learn to kiss the rod.
2I would submit to all thy will,For thou art good and wise;Let every anxious thought be still,Nor one faint murmur rise.
2I would submit to all thy will,
For thou art good and wise;
Let every anxious thought be still,
Nor one faint murmur rise.
3Thy love can cheer the darksome gloom,And bid me wait serene;Till hopes and joys immortal bloom,And brighten all the scene.
3Thy love can cheer the darksome gloom,
And bid me wait serene;
Till hopes and joys immortal bloom,
And brighten all the scene.
4My Father! O permit my heartTo plead her humble claim;And ask the bliss those words impart,In my Redeemer’s name.
4My Father! O permit my heart
To plead her humble claim;
And ask the bliss those words impart,
In my Redeemer’s name.
Mrs. Steele.
1012C. M.Out of the depths.Psalm 130:1.O thou! who, in the olive shade,When the dark hour came on,Didst, with a breath of heavenly aid,Strengthen thy suffering Son;2O, by the anguish of that night,Send us now blest relief;Or to the chastened, let thy mightHallow this whelming grief.3And thou, that, when the starry sky,Saw the dread strife begun,Didst teach adoring faith to cry,Father! thy will be done;4By thy meek Spirit, thou, of allThat e’er have mourned the chief,Blest Saviour! if the stroke must fall,Hallow this whelming grief.Mrs. Hemans.
C. M.
Out of the depths.Psalm 130:1.
O thou! who, in the olive shade,When the dark hour came on,Didst, with a breath of heavenly aid,Strengthen thy suffering Son;
O thou! who, in the olive shade,
When the dark hour came on,
Didst, with a breath of heavenly aid,
Strengthen thy suffering Son;
2O, by the anguish of that night,Send us now blest relief;Or to the chastened, let thy mightHallow this whelming grief.
2O, by the anguish of that night,
Send us now blest relief;
Or to the chastened, let thy might
Hallow this whelming grief.
3And thou, that, when the starry sky,Saw the dread strife begun,Didst teach adoring faith to cry,Father! thy will be done;
3And thou, that, when the starry sky,
Saw the dread strife begun,
Didst teach adoring faith to cry,
Father! thy will be done;
4By thy meek Spirit, thou, of allThat e’er have mourned the chief,Blest Saviour! if the stroke must fall,Hallow this whelming grief.
4By thy meek Spirit, thou, of all
That e’er have mourned the chief,
Blest Saviour! if the stroke must fall,
Hallow this whelming grief.
Mrs. Hemans.
1013C. M.One thing have I desired.Psalm 27:4.With earnest longings of the mind,My God, to thee I look;So pants the hunted hart to findAnd taste the cooling brook.2When shall I see thy courts of grace,And meet my God again?So long an absence from thy face,My heart endures with pain.3’Tis with a mournful pleasure now,I think on ancient days;Then to thy house did numbers go,And all our work was praise.4But why, my soul, sunk down so far,Beneath this heavy load?Why do my thoughts indulge despair;And sin against my God?5Hope in the Lord, whose mighty handCan all thy woes remove;For I shall yet before him stand,And sing restoring love.Watts.
C. M.
One thing have I desired.Psalm 27:4.
With earnest longings of the mind,My God, to thee I look;So pants the hunted hart to findAnd taste the cooling brook.
With earnest longings of the mind,
My God, to thee I look;
So pants the hunted hart to find
And taste the cooling brook.
2When shall I see thy courts of grace,And meet my God again?So long an absence from thy face,My heart endures with pain.
2When shall I see thy courts of grace,
And meet my God again?
So long an absence from thy face,
My heart endures with pain.
3’Tis with a mournful pleasure now,I think on ancient days;Then to thy house did numbers go,And all our work was praise.
3’Tis with a mournful pleasure now,
I think on ancient days;
Then to thy house did numbers go,
And all our work was praise.
4But why, my soul, sunk down so far,Beneath this heavy load?Why do my thoughts indulge despair;And sin against my God?
4But why, my soul, sunk down so far,
Beneath this heavy load?
Why do my thoughts indulge despair;
And sin against my God?
5Hope in the Lord, whose mighty handCan all thy woes remove;For I shall yet before him stand,And sing restoring love.
5Hope in the Lord, whose mighty hand
Can all thy woes remove;
For I shall yet before him stand,
And sing restoring love.
Watts.
1014C. M.Thou hast loosed my bonds.Psalm 116:16.Now to thy heavenly Father’s praise,My heart, thy tribute bring;That goodness which prolongs my days,With grateful pleasure sing.2Whene’er he sends afflicting pains,His mercy holds the rod;His powerful word the heart sustains,And speaks a faithful God.3A faithful God is ever nighWhen humble grief implores;His ear attends each plaintive sigh,He pities and restores.4Lord, I am thine, for ever thine,Nor shall my purpose move;Thy hand, that loosed my bonds of pain,Has bound me with thy love.Mrs. Steele.
C. M.
Thou hast loosed my bonds.Psalm 116:16.
Now to thy heavenly Father’s praise,My heart, thy tribute bring;That goodness which prolongs my days,With grateful pleasure sing.
Now to thy heavenly Father’s praise,
My heart, thy tribute bring;
That goodness which prolongs my days,
With grateful pleasure sing.
2Whene’er he sends afflicting pains,His mercy holds the rod;His powerful word the heart sustains,And speaks a faithful God.
2Whene’er he sends afflicting pains,
His mercy holds the rod;
His powerful word the heart sustains,
And speaks a faithful God.
3A faithful God is ever nighWhen humble grief implores;His ear attends each plaintive sigh,He pities and restores.
3A faithful God is ever nigh
When humble grief implores;
His ear attends each plaintive sigh,
He pities and restores.
4Lord, I am thine, for ever thine,Nor shall my purpose move;Thy hand, that loosed my bonds of pain,Has bound me with thy love.
4Lord, I am thine, for ever thine,
Nor shall my purpose move;
Thy hand, that loosed my bonds of pain,
Has bound me with thy love.
Mrs. Steele.
1015S. M.Whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth.Heb. 12:6.How tender is thy hand,O thou most gracious Lord!Afflictions come at thy command,And leave us at thy word.2How gentle was the rodThat chastened us for sin!How soon we found a smiling God,Where deep distress had been!3A Father’s hand we felt,A Father’s heart we knew;’Mid tears of penitence we knelt,And found his word was true.4Now we will bless the Lord,And in his strength confide;For ever be his name adored,For there is none beside.T. Hastings.
S. M.
Whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth.Heb. 12:6.
How tender is thy hand,O thou most gracious Lord!Afflictions come at thy command,And leave us at thy word.
How tender is thy hand,
O thou most gracious Lord!
Afflictions come at thy command,
And leave us at thy word.
2How gentle was the rodThat chastened us for sin!How soon we found a smiling God,Where deep distress had been!
2How gentle was the rod
That chastened us for sin!
How soon we found a smiling God,
Where deep distress had been!
3A Father’s hand we felt,A Father’s heart we knew;’Mid tears of penitence we knelt,And found his word was true.
3A Father’s hand we felt,
A Father’s heart we knew;
’Mid tears of penitence we knelt,
And found his word was true.
4Now we will bless the Lord,And in his strength confide;For ever be his name adored,For there is none beside.
4Now we will bless the Lord,
And in his strength confide;
For ever be his name adored,
For there is none beside.
T. Hastings.
1016S. M.Lead me to the Rock, etc.Psalm 61:2.When overwhelmed with grief,My heart within me dies,Helpless, and far from all relief,To heaven I lift mine eyes.2O lead me to the RockThat’s high above my head,And make the covert of thy wingsMy shelter and my shade.3Within thy presence, Lord,For ever I’ll abide;Thou art the tower of my defense,The refuge where I hide.Watts.
S. M.
Lead me to the Rock, etc.Psalm 61:2.
When overwhelmed with grief,My heart within me dies,Helpless, and far from all relief,To heaven I lift mine eyes.
When overwhelmed with grief,
My heart within me dies,
Helpless, and far from all relief,
To heaven I lift mine eyes.
2O lead me to the RockThat’s high above my head,And make the covert of thy wingsMy shelter and my shade.
2O lead me to the Rock
That’s high above my head,
And make the covert of thy wings
My shelter and my shade.
3Within thy presence, Lord,For ever I’ll abide;Thou art the tower of my defense,The refuge where I hide.
3Within thy presence, Lord,
For ever I’ll abide;
Thou art the tower of my defense,
The refuge where I hide.
Watts.
1017S. M.The bow in the cloud.Out of the depths of woe,To thee, O Lord! I cry;Darkness surrounds thee, but I knowThat thou art ever nigh.2Like them I watch and pray,Who for the morning long;Catch the first gleam of welcome day,Then burst into a song.3Glory to God above!The waters soon will cease;For, lo! the swift returning doveBrings home the sign of peace!4Though storms thy face obscure,And dangers threaten loud,Thy holy covenant is sure;Thy bow is in the cloud!Montgomery.
S. M.
The bow in the cloud.
Out of the depths of woe,To thee, O Lord! I cry;Darkness surrounds thee, but I knowThat thou art ever nigh.
Out of the depths of woe,
To thee, O Lord! I cry;
Darkness surrounds thee, but I know
That thou art ever nigh.
2Like them I watch and pray,Who for the morning long;Catch the first gleam of welcome day,Then burst into a song.
2Like them I watch and pray,
Who for the morning long;
Catch the first gleam of welcome day,
Then burst into a song.
3Glory to God above!The waters soon will cease;For, lo! the swift returning doveBrings home the sign of peace!
3Glory to God above!
The waters soon will cease;
For, lo! the swift returning dove
Brings home the sign of peace!
4Though storms thy face obscure,And dangers threaten loud,Thy holy covenant is sure;Thy bow is in the cloud!
4Though storms thy face obscure,
And dangers threaten loud,
Thy holy covenant is sure;
Thy bow is in the cloud!
Montgomery.
1018S. M.God dealeth with you as with sons.Heb. 12:7.How gracious and how wiseIs our chastising God;And, O! how rich the blessings areWhich blossom from his rod!2He lifts it up on highWith pity in his heart,That every stroke his children feel,May grace and peace impart.3Instructed thus, they bowAnd own his sovereign sway;They turn their erring footsteps backTo his forsaken way.4His covenant love they seek,And seek the happy bandsThat closer still engage their heartsTo honor his commands.5Our Father, we consentTo discipline divine;And bless the pain that makes our soulsStill more completely thine.6Supported by thy love,We tend to realms of peace,Where every pain shall far remove,And every frailty cease.Doddridge.
S. M.
God dealeth with you as with sons.Heb. 12:7.
How gracious and how wiseIs our chastising God;And, O! how rich the blessings areWhich blossom from his rod!
How gracious and how wise
Is our chastising God;
And, O! how rich the blessings are
Which blossom from his rod!
2He lifts it up on highWith pity in his heart,That every stroke his children feel,May grace and peace impart.
2He lifts it up on high
With pity in his heart,
That every stroke his children feel,
May grace and peace impart.
3Instructed thus, they bowAnd own his sovereign sway;They turn their erring footsteps backTo his forsaken way.
3Instructed thus, they bow
And own his sovereign sway;
They turn their erring footsteps back
To his forsaken way.
4His covenant love they seek,And seek the happy bandsThat closer still engage their heartsTo honor his commands.
4His covenant love they seek,
And seek the happy bands
That closer still engage their hearts
To honor his commands.
5Our Father, we consentTo discipline divine;And bless the pain that makes our soulsStill more completely thine.
5Our Father, we consent
To discipline divine;
And bless the pain that makes our souls
Still more completely thine.
6Supported by thy love,We tend to realms of peace,Where every pain shall far remove,And every frailty cease.
6Supported by thy love,
We tend to realms of peace,
Where every pain shall far remove,
And every frailty cease.
Doddridge.
1019S. M.The inward man is renewed, etc.2 Cor. 4:16.We love this outward world,Its fair sky overhead,Its morning’s soft, gray mist unfurled,Its sunsets rich and red.2But there’s a world within,That higher glory hath;A life the struggling soul must win—The life of joy and faith.3For this the Father’s loveDoth shade the world of sense,The bounding play of health remove,And dim the sparkling glance;4That, though the earth grows dull,And earthly pleasures few,The spirit gain its wisdom fullTo suffer and to do.5Holy this world within,Unknown to sound or sight—The world of victory over sin,Of faith, and love, and light.
S. M.
The inward man is renewed, etc.2 Cor. 4:16.
We love this outward world,Its fair sky overhead,Its morning’s soft, gray mist unfurled,Its sunsets rich and red.
We love this outward world,
Its fair sky overhead,
Its morning’s soft, gray mist unfurled,
Its sunsets rich and red.
2But there’s a world within,That higher glory hath;A life the struggling soul must win—The life of joy and faith.
2But there’s a world within,
That higher glory hath;
A life the struggling soul must win—
The life of joy and faith.
3For this the Father’s loveDoth shade the world of sense,The bounding play of health remove,And dim the sparkling glance;
3For this the Father’s love
Doth shade the world of sense,
The bounding play of health remove,
And dim the sparkling glance;
4That, though the earth grows dull,And earthly pleasures few,The spirit gain its wisdom fullTo suffer and to do.
4That, though the earth grows dull,
And earthly pleasures few,
The spirit gain its wisdom full
To suffer and to do.
5Holy this world within,Unknown to sound or sight—The world of victory over sin,Of faith, and love, and light.
5Holy this world within,
Unknown to sound or sight—
The world of victory over sin,
Of faith, and love, and light.
1020S. M.Perfect peace in Christ.Isaiah 26:3.Thou very present aidIn suffering and distress,The soul which still on thee is stayed,Is kept in perfect peace.2The soul, by faith reclinedOn the Redeemer’s breast,’Mid raging storms exults to findAn everlasting rest.3Sorrow and fear are goneWhene’er thy face appears:It stills the sighing orphan’s moan,And dries the widow’s tears:4It hallows every cross;It sweetly comforts me;Makes me forget my every loss,And find my all in thee.5Jesus, to whom I fly,Doth all my wishes fill:What though created streams are dry,I have the fountain still.6Stripped of my earthly friends,I find them all in One;And peace and joy that never ends,And heaven in Christ begun.C. Wesley.
S. M.
Perfect peace in Christ.Isaiah 26:3.
Thou very present aidIn suffering and distress,The soul which still on thee is stayed,Is kept in perfect peace.
Thou very present aid
In suffering and distress,
The soul which still on thee is stayed,
Is kept in perfect peace.
2The soul, by faith reclinedOn the Redeemer’s breast,’Mid raging storms exults to findAn everlasting rest.
2The soul, by faith reclined
On the Redeemer’s breast,
’Mid raging storms exults to find
An everlasting rest.
3Sorrow and fear are goneWhene’er thy face appears:It stills the sighing orphan’s moan,And dries the widow’s tears:
3Sorrow and fear are gone
Whene’er thy face appears:
It stills the sighing orphan’s moan,
And dries the widow’s tears:
4It hallows every cross;It sweetly comforts me;Makes me forget my every loss,And find my all in thee.
4It hallows every cross;
It sweetly comforts me;
Makes me forget my every loss,
And find my all in thee.
5Jesus, to whom I fly,Doth all my wishes fill:What though created streams are dry,I have the fountain still.
5Jesus, to whom I fly,
Doth all my wishes fill:
What though created streams are dry,
I have the fountain still.
6Stripped of my earthly friends,I find them all in One;And peace and joy that never ends,And heaven in Christ begun.
6Stripped of my earthly friends,
I find them all in One;
And peace and joy that never ends,
And heaven in Christ begun.
C. Wesley.
10217s.One for evermore with thee.Prince of Peace! control my will;Bid this struggling heart be still;Bid my fears and doubtings cease—Hush my spirit into peace.2Thou hast bought me with thy blood,Opened wide the gate to God;Peace I ask—but peace must be,Lord, in being one with thee.3May thy will, not mine, be done;May thy will and mine be one:Chase these doubtings from my heart;Now thy perfect peace impart.4Saviour, at thy feet I fall;Thou my Life, my God, my All,Let thy happy servant beOne for evermore with thee.
7s.
One for evermore with thee.
Prince of Peace! control my will;Bid this struggling heart be still;Bid my fears and doubtings cease—Hush my spirit into peace.
Prince of Peace! control my will;
Bid this struggling heart be still;
Bid my fears and doubtings cease—
Hush my spirit into peace.
2Thou hast bought me with thy blood,Opened wide the gate to God;Peace I ask—but peace must be,Lord, in being one with thee.
2Thou hast bought me with thy blood,
Opened wide the gate to God;
Peace I ask—but peace must be,
Lord, in being one with thee.
3May thy will, not mine, be done;May thy will and mine be one:Chase these doubtings from my heart;Now thy perfect peace impart.
3May thy will, not mine, be done;
May thy will and mine be one:
Chase these doubtings from my heart;
Now thy perfect peace impart.
4Saviour, at thy feet I fall;Thou my Life, my God, my All,Let thy happy servant beOne for evermore with thee.
4Saviour, at thy feet I fall;
Thou my Life, my God, my All,
Let thy happy servant be
One for evermore with thee.
10227s.Correct me, but with judgment.Jer. 10:24.Gently, gently lay thy rodOn my sinful head, O God!Stay thy wrath, in mercy stay,Lest I sink beneath its sway.2Heal me, for my flesh is weak;Heal me, for thy grace I seek;This my only plea I make—Heal me for thy mercy’s sake.3Who, within the silent grave,Shall proclaim thy power to save?Lord! my sinking soul reprieve;Speak, and I shall rise and live.4Lo! he comes—he heeds my plea!Lo! he comes—the shadows flee;Glory round me dawns once more!Rise, my spirit, and adore!F. Lyte.
7s.
Correct me, but with judgment.Jer. 10:24.
Gently, gently lay thy rodOn my sinful head, O God!Stay thy wrath, in mercy stay,Lest I sink beneath its sway.
Gently, gently lay thy rod
On my sinful head, O God!
Stay thy wrath, in mercy stay,
Lest I sink beneath its sway.
2Heal me, for my flesh is weak;Heal me, for thy grace I seek;This my only plea I make—Heal me for thy mercy’s sake.
2Heal me, for my flesh is weak;
Heal me, for thy grace I seek;
This my only plea I make—
Heal me for thy mercy’s sake.
3Who, within the silent grave,Shall proclaim thy power to save?Lord! my sinking soul reprieve;Speak, and I shall rise and live.
3Who, within the silent grave,
Shall proclaim thy power to save?
Lord! my sinking soul reprieve;
Speak, and I shall rise and live.
4Lo! he comes—he heeds my plea!Lo! he comes—the shadows flee;Glory round me dawns once more!Rise, my spirit, and adore!
4Lo! he comes—he heeds my plea!
Lo! he comes—the shadows flee;
Glory round me dawns once more!
Rise, my spirit, and adore!
F. Lyte.
10237s.Affliction cometh not forth of the dust.Job 5:6.’Tis my happiness below,Not to live without the cross,But the Saviour’s power to know,Sanctifying every loss.2Trials must and will befall;But with humble faith to seeLove inscribed upon them all—This is happiness to me.3Did I meet no trials here,No chastisement by the way;Might I not, with reason, fearI should prove a castaway?4Trials make the promise sweet;Trials give new life to prayer;Trials bring me to his feet—Lay me low, and keep me there.Cowper.
7s.
Affliction cometh not forth of the dust.Job 5:6.
’Tis my happiness below,Not to live without the cross,But the Saviour’s power to know,Sanctifying every loss.
’Tis my happiness below,
Not to live without the cross,
But the Saviour’s power to know,
Sanctifying every loss.
2Trials must and will befall;But with humble faith to seeLove inscribed upon them all—This is happiness to me.
2Trials must and will befall;
But with humble faith to see
Love inscribed upon them all—
This is happiness to me.
3Did I meet no trials here,No chastisement by the way;Might I not, with reason, fearI should prove a castaway?
3Did I meet no trials here,
No chastisement by the way;
Might I not, with reason, fear
I should prove a castaway?
4Trials make the promise sweet;Trials give new life to prayer;Trials bring me to his feet—Lay me low, and keep me there.
4Trials make the promise sweet;
Trials give new life to prayer;
Trials bring me to his feet—
Lay me low, and keep me there.
Cowper.
10248s & 7s.All thy waves and thy billows, etc.Psalm 42:7.Full of trembling expectation,Feeling much and fearing more,Mighty God of my salvation!I thy timely aid implore;Suffering Son of Man, be near me,All my sufferings to sustain;By thy sorer griefs to cheer me,By thy more than mortal pain.2Call to mind that unknown anguish,In thy days of flesh below;When thy troubled soul did languishUnder a whole world of woe;When thou didst our curse inherit,Groan beneath our guilty load,Burdened with a wounded spirit,Bruised by all the wrath of God.3By thy most severe temptation,In that dark, Satanic hour;By thy last, mysterious passion,Screen me from the adverse power;By thy fainting in the garden,By thy bloody sweat I pray,Write upon my heart the pardon,Take my sins and fears away.4By the travail of thy spirit,By thine outcry on the tree,By thine agonizing merit,In my pangs, remember me!By thy pangs of crucifixion,My weak, dying soul befriend;Make me patient in affliction,Keep me faithful to the end.C. Wesley.
8s & 7s.
All thy waves and thy billows, etc.Psalm 42:7.
Full of trembling expectation,Feeling much and fearing more,Mighty God of my salvation!I thy timely aid implore;Suffering Son of Man, be near me,All my sufferings to sustain;By thy sorer griefs to cheer me,By thy more than mortal pain.
Full of trembling expectation,
Feeling much and fearing more,
Mighty God of my salvation!
I thy timely aid implore;
Suffering Son of Man, be near me,
All my sufferings to sustain;
By thy sorer griefs to cheer me,
By thy more than mortal pain.
2Call to mind that unknown anguish,In thy days of flesh below;When thy troubled soul did languishUnder a whole world of woe;When thou didst our curse inherit,Groan beneath our guilty load,Burdened with a wounded spirit,Bruised by all the wrath of God.
2Call to mind that unknown anguish,
In thy days of flesh below;
When thy troubled soul did languish
Under a whole world of woe;
When thou didst our curse inherit,
Groan beneath our guilty load,
Burdened with a wounded spirit,
Bruised by all the wrath of God.
3By thy most severe temptation,In that dark, Satanic hour;By thy last, mysterious passion,Screen me from the adverse power;By thy fainting in the garden,By thy bloody sweat I pray,Write upon my heart the pardon,Take my sins and fears away.
3By thy most severe temptation,
In that dark, Satanic hour;
By thy last, mysterious passion,
Screen me from the adverse power;
By thy fainting in the garden,
By thy bloody sweat I pray,
Write upon my heart the pardon,
Take my sins and fears away.
4By the travail of thy spirit,By thine outcry on the tree,By thine agonizing merit,In my pangs, remember me!By thy pangs of crucifixion,My weak, dying soul befriend;Make me patient in affliction,Keep me faithful to the end.
4By the travail of thy spirit,
By thine outcry on the tree,
By thine agonizing merit,
In my pangs, remember me!
By thy pangs of crucifixion,
My weak, dying soul befriend;
Make me patient in affliction,
Keep me faithful to the end.
C. Wesley.
10258s & 7s.Afterward.Heb. 12:11.Why should I, in vain repining,Mourn the clouds that cross my way;Since my Saviour’s presence, shining,Turns my darkness into day?2Earthly honor, earthly treasure,All the warmest passions win,And the silken wings of pleasureOnly waft us on to sin.3But, within the vale of sorrow,All with tempests overblown,Purer light and joy we borrowFrom the face of God alone.4Welcome, then, each darker token!Mercy sent it from above!So the heart, subdued, not broken,Bends in fear, and melts with love.Edmeston.
8s & 7s.
Afterward.Heb. 12:11.
Why should I, in vain repining,Mourn the clouds that cross my way;Since my Saviour’s presence, shining,Turns my darkness into day?
Why should I, in vain repining,
Mourn the clouds that cross my way;
Since my Saviour’s presence, shining,
Turns my darkness into day?
2Earthly honor, earthly treasure,All the warmest passions win,And the silken wings of pleasureOnly waft us on to sin.
2Earthly honor, earthly treasure,
All the warmest passions win,
And the silken wings of pleasure
Only waft us on to sin.
3But, within the vale of sorrow,All with tempests overblown,Purer light and joy we borrowFrom the face of God alone.
3But, within the vale of sorrow,
All with tempests overblown,
Purer light and joy we borrow
From the face of God alone.
4Welcome, then, each darker token!Mercy sent it from above!So the heart, subdued, not broken,Bends in fear, and melts with love.
4Welcome, then, each darker token!
Mercy sent it from above!
So the heart, subdued, not broken,
Bends in fear, and melts with love.
Edmeston.
10268s, 7s & 4s.In the night his song shall be with me.Psalm 42:8.In the floods of tribulation,While the billows o’er me roll,Jesus whispers consolation,And supports my sinking soul;Sweet affliction!Bringing Jesus to my soul.2In the darkest dispensationsDoth my faithful Lord appear,With his richest consolations,To reanimate and cheer.Sweet affliction!Thus to bring my Saviour near.3All I meet shall still befriend meIn my path to heavenly joy,Where, though trials now attend me,Trials never more annoy.Sweet affliction!Every promise gives me joy.4Wearing there a weight of glory,Still the path I’ll ne’er forget;But, exulting, cry, It led meTo my blesséd Saviour’s seat.Sweet affliction!Which has brought me to his feet.Pearce.
8s, 7s & 4s.
In the night his song shall be with me.Psalm 42:8.
In the floods of tribulation,While the billows o’er me roll,Jesus whispers consolation,And supports my sinking soul;Sweet affliction!Bringing Jesus to my soul.
In the floods of tribulation,
While the billows o’er me roll,
Jesus whispers consolation,
And supports my sinking soul;
Sweet affliction!
Bringing Jesus to my soul.
2In the darkest dispensationsDoth my faithful Lord appear,With his richest consolations,To reanimate and cheer.Sweet affliction!Thus to bring my Saviour near.
2In the darkest dispensations
Doth my faithful Lord appear,
With his richest consolations,
To reanimate and cheer.
Sweet affliction!
Thus to bring my Saviour near.
3All I meet shall still befriend meIn my path to heavenly joy,Where, though trials now attend me,Trials never more annoy.Sweet affliction!Every promise gives me joy.
3All I meet shall still befriend me
In my path to heavenly joy,
Where, though trials now attend me,
Trials never more annoy.
Sweet affliction!
Every promise gives me joy.
4Wearing there a weight of glory,Still the path I’ll ne’er forget;But, exulting, cry, It led meTo my blesséd Saviour’s seat.Sweet affliction!Which has brought me to his feet.
4Wearing there a weight of glory,
Still the path I’ll ne’er forget;
But, exulting, cry, It led me
To my blesséd Saviour’s seat.
Sweet affliction!
Which has brought me to his feet.
Pearce.
10278s.Thou wilt make all his bed in his sickness.Psalm 41:3.How vast is the tribute I owe,Of gratitude, homage and praise,To the giver of all I possess,The life and the length of my days!2When the sorrows I boded were come,I poured out my sighs and my tears;And to him, who alone can relieve,My soul breathed her vows and her prayers.3When my heart throbbed with pain and alarm,When paleness my cheek overspread,When sickness pervaded my frame—Then my soul on my Maker was stayed.4When death’s awful image was nigh,And no mortal was able to save,Thou didst brighten the valley of death,And illumine the gloom of the grave.5In mercy thy presence dispelsThe shades of adversity’s night,And turns the sad scene of despairTo a morning of joy and delight.6Great source of my comforts restored,Thou healer and balm of my woes!Thou hope and desire of my soul!On thy mercy I’ll ever repose.7How boundless the gratitude dueTo thee, O thou God of my praise!The fountain of all I possess,The life and the light of my days!
8s.
Thou wilt make all his bed in his sickness.Psalm 41:3.
How vast is the tribute I owe,Of gratitude, homage and praise,To the giver of all I possess,The life and the length of my days!
How vast is the tribute I owe,
Of gratitude, homage and praise,
To the giver of all I possess,
The life and the length of my days!
2When the sorrows I boded were come,I poured out my sighs and my tears;And to him, who alone can relieve,My soul breathed her vows and her prayers.
2When the sorrows I boded were come,
I poured out my sighs and my tears;
And to him, who alone can relieve,
My soul breathed her vows and her prayers.
3When my heart throbbed with pain and alarm,When paleness my cheek overspread,When sickness pervaded my frame—Then my soul on my Maker was stayed.
3When my heart throbbed with pain and alarm,
When paleness my cheek overspread,
When sickness pervaded my frame—
Then my soul on my Maker was stayed.
4When death’s awful image was nigh,And no mortal was able to save,Thou didst brighten the valley of death,And illumine the gloom of the grave.
4When death’s awful image was nigh,
And no mortal was able to save,
Thou didst brighten the valley of death,
And illumine the gloom of the grave.
5In mercy thy presence dispelsThe shades of adversity’s night,And turns the sad scene of despairTo a morning of joy and delight.
5In mercy thy presence dispels
The shades of adversity’s night,
And turns the sad scene of despair
To a morning of joy and delight.
6Great source of my comforts restored,Thou healer and balm of my woes!Thou hope and desire of my soul!On thy mercy I’ll ever repose.
6Great source of my comforts restored,
Thou healer and balm of my woes!
Thou hope and desire of my soul!
On thy mercy I’ll ever repose.
7How boundless the gratitude dueTo thee, O thou God of my praise!The fountain of all I possess,The life and the light of my days!
7How boundless the gratitude due
To thee, O thou God of my praise!
The fountain of all I possess,
The life and the light of my days!
10288s.When he hath tried me, etc.Job. 23:10.O why this disconsolate frame!Though earthly enjoyments decay,My Jesus is ever the same—My Sun in the gloomiest day.2Though molten awhile in the fire,’Tis only the gold to refine;And be this my simple desire,Though suffering, not to repine.3O what are the pleasures to meWhich earth in its fullness can boast?Delusive, its vanities flee—A flash of enjoyment at most.4And if my Redeemer could part,For me, with his throne in the skies,O why is so dear to my heartWhat he in his wisdom denies?5Then let the rude tempest assail,Let blasts of adversity blow,The heavens, though distant, I hail,Beyond this rough ocean of woe.6When safe on that beautiful strand,I’d smile on the billows that foam;Kind angels to hail me to land,And Jesus to welcome me home.
8s.
When he hath tried me, etc.Job. 23:10.
O why this disconsolate frame!Though earthly enjoyments decay,My Jesus is ever the same—My Sun in the gloomiest day.
O why this disconsolate frame!
Though earthly enjoyments decay,
My Jesus is ever the same—
My Sun in the gloomiest day.
2Though molten awhile in the fire,’Tis only the gold to refine;And be this my simple desire,Though suffering, not to repine.
2Though molten awhile in the fire,
’Tis only the gold to refine;
And be this my simple desire,
Though suffering, not to repine.
3O what are the pleasures to meWhich earth in its fullness can boast?Delusive, its vanities flee—A flash of enjoyment at most.
3O what are the pleasures to me
Which earth in its fullness can boast?
Delusive, its vanities flee—
A flash of enjoyment at most.
4And if my Redeemer could part,For me, with his throne in the skies,O why is so dear to my heartWhat he in his wisdom denies?
4And if my Redeemer could part,
For me, with his throne in the skies,
O why is so dear to my heart
What he in his wisdom denies?
5Then let the rude tempest assail,Let blasts of adversity blow,The heavens, though distant, I hail,Beyond this rough ocean of woe.
5Then let the rude tempest assail,
Let blasts of adversity blow,
The heavens, though distant, I hail,
Beyond this rough ocean of woe.
6When safe on that beautiful strand,I’d smile on the billows that foam;Kind angels to hail me to land,And Jesus to welcome me home.
6When safe on that beautiful strand,
I’d smile on the billows that foam;
Kind angels to hail me to land,
And Jesus to welcome me home.
10297s & 6s.I was sick, and ye visited me.Matt. 25:36.’Tis not a lonely night watchWhich by the couch I spend:Jesus is close beside us,Our Saviour and our Friend.2Often I strive all vainly,To ease the aching head,Then, silently and gently,Himself he makes thy bed.3Do we not hear him saying,“Your guilt on me was laid,”“Ye are my blood-bought jewels;”“Fear not, be not dismayed.”4“I sit beside the furnace,”“The gold will soon be pure,”“And blesséd are those servantsWho to the end endure.”5Amen! O blessed Saviour,Dwell with us, in us, here,And let us welcome trials,Till we thine image bear.
7s & 6s.
I was sick, and ye visited me.Matt. 25:36.
’Tis not a lonely night watchWhich by the couch I spend:Jesus is close beside us,Our Saviour and our Friend.
’Tis not a lonely night watch
Which by the couch I spend:
Jesus is close beside us,
Our Saviour and our Friend.
2Often I strive all vainly,To ease the aching head,Then, silently and gently,Himself he makes thy bed.
2Often I strive all vainly,
To ease the aching head,
Then, silently and gently,
Himself he makes thy bed.
3Do we not hear him saying,“Your guilt on me was laid,”“Ye are my blood-bought jewels;”“Fear not, be not dismayed.”
3Do we not hear him saying,
“Your guilt on me was laid,”
“Ye are my blood-bought jewels;”
“Fear not, be not dismayed.”
4“I sit beside the furnace,”“The gold will soon be pure,”“And blesséd are those servantsWho to the end endure.”
4“I sit beside the furnace,”
“The gold will soon be pure,”
“And blesséd are those servants
Who to the end endure.”
5Amen! O blessed Saviour,Dwell with us, in us, here,And let us welcome trials,Till we thine image bear.
5Amen! O blessed Saviour,
Dwell with us, in us, here,
And let us welcome trials,
Till we thine image bear.
103011s & 8s.I sought him whom my soul loveth.Canticles 3:1.O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight,On whom in affliction I call;My comfort by day and my song in the night,My hope, my salvation, my all!2Where dost thou at noontide resort with thy sheepTo feed on the pastures of love?For why in the valley of death should I weep,Or alone in the wilderness rove?3O why should I wander an alien from thee,And cry in the desert for bread?Thy foes will rejoice when my sorrows they see,And smile at the tears I have shed.4You daughters of Zion, declare have you seenThe star that on Israel shone?Say if your tents my belovéd has been,And where with his flock he is gone?5This is my belovéd; his form is divine,His vestments shed odors around,The locks on his head are as grapes on the vineWhen autumn with plenty is crowned.6The roses of Sharon, the lilies that growIn the vales, on the banks of the streams,On his cheeks in the beauty of excellence glow,And his eyes are as quivers of beams.7His voice, as the sound of the dulcimer sweet,Is heard through the shadows of death;The cedars of Lebanon bow at his feet,The air is perfumed with his breath.8His lips as a fountain of righteousness flowThat water the garden of grace;From which their salvation the Gentiles shall know,And bask in the smiles of his face.9Love sits on his eyelids, and scatters delightThrough all the bright mansions on high;Their faces the cherubim vail in his sight,And tremble with fullness of joy.10He looks, and ten thousands of angels rejoice,And myriads wait for his word;He speaks, and eternity, filled with his voice,Re-echoes the praise of her Lord.
11s & 8s.
I sought him whom my soul loveth.Canticles 3:1.
O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight,On whom in affliction I call;My comfort by day and my song in the night,My hope, my salvation, my all!
O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight,
On whom in affliction I call;
My comfort by day and my song in the night,
My hope, my salvation, my all!
2Where dost thou at noontide resort with thy sheepTo feed on the pastures of love?For why in the valley of death should I weep,Or alone in the wilderness rove?
2Where dost thou at noontide resort with thy sheep
To feed on the pastures of love?
For why in the valley of death should I weep,
Or alone in the wilderness rove?
3O why should I wander an alien from thee,And cry in the desert for bread?Thy foes will rejoice when my sorrows they see,And smile at the tears I have shed.
3O why should I wander an alien from thee,
And cry in the desert for bread?
Thy foes will rejoice when my sorrows they see,
And smile at the tears I have shed.
4You daughters of Zion, declare have you seenThe star that on Israel shone?Say if your tents my belovéd has been,And where with his flock he is gone?
4You daughters of Zion, declare have you seen
The star that on Israel shone?
Say if your tents my belovéd has been,
And where with his flock he is gone?
5This is my belovéd; his form is divine,His vestments shed odors around,The locks on his head are as grapes on the vineWhen autumn with plenty is crowned.
5This is my belovéd; his form is divine,
His vestments shed odors around,
The locks on his head are as grapes on the vine
When autumn with plenty is crowned.
6The roses of Sharon, the lilies that growIn the vales, on the banks of the streams,On his cheeks in the beauty of excellence glow,And his eyes are as quivers of beams.
6The roses of Sharon, the lilies that grow
In the vales, on the banks of the streams,
On his cheeks in the beauty of excellence glow,
And his eyes are as quivers of beams.
7His voice, as the sound of the dulcimer sweet,Is heard through the shadows of death;The cedars of Lebanon bow at his feet,The air is perfumed with his breath.
7His voice, as the sound of the dulcimer sweet,
Is heard through the shadows of death;
The cedars of Lebanon bow at his feet,
The air is perfumed with his breath.
8His lips as a fountain of righteousness flowThat water the garden of grace;From which their salvation the Gentiles shall know,And bask in the smiles of his face.
8His lips as a fountain of righteousness flow
That water the garden of grace;
From which their salvation the Gentiles shall know,
And bask in the smiles of his face.
9Love sits on his eyelids, and scatters delightThrough all the bright mansions on high;Their faces the cherubim vail in his sight,And tremble with fullness of joy.
9Love sits on his eyelids, and scatters delight
Through all the bright mansions on high;
Their faces the cherubim vail in his sight,
And tremble with fullness of joy.
10He looks, and ten thousands of angels rejoice,And myriads wait for his word;He speaks, and eternity, filled with his voice,Re-echoes the praise of her Lord.
10He looks, and ten thousands of angels rejoice,
And myriads wait for his word;
He speaks, and eternity, filled with his voice,
Re-echoes the praise of her Lord.
103111s & 10s.Sorrowful, yet always rejoicing.2 Cor. 6:10.We will not weep, for God is standing by us,And tears will blind us to the blesséd sight;We will not doubt, if darkness still doth try us:Our souls have promise of serenest light.2We will not faint, if heavy burdens bend us;They press no harder than our souls can bear;The thorniest way is lying still behind us;We shall be braver for the past despair.3O not in doubt shall be our journey’s ending:Sin with its fears, shall leave us at the last;All its best hopes in glad fulfillment blending,Life shall be with us more when death is past.4Help us, O Father! when the world is pressingOn our frail hearts, that faint without their Friend;Help us, O Father! let thy constant blessingStrengthen our weakness, till the joyful end.W. H. Hurlbut.
11s & 10s.
Sorrowful, yet always rejoicing.2 Cor. 6:10.
We will not weep, for God is standing by us,And tears will blind us to the blesséd sight;We will not doubt, if darkness still doth try us:Our souls have promise of serenest light.
We will not weep, for God is standing by us,
And tears will blind us to the blesséd sight;
We will not doubt, if darkness still doth try us:
Our souls have promise of serenest light.
2We will not faint, if heavy burdens bend us;They press no harder than our souls can bear;The thorniest way is lying still behind us;We shall be braver for the past despair.
2We will not faint, if heavy burdens bend us;
They press no harder than our souls can bear;
The thorniest way is lying still behind us;
We shall be braver for the past despair.
3O not in doubt shall be our journey’s ending:Sin with its fears, shall leave us at the last;All its best hopes in glad fulfillment blending,Life shall be with us more when death is past.
3O not in doubt shall be our journey’s ending:
Sin with its fears, shall leave us at the last;
All its best hopes in glad fulfillment blending,
Life shall be with us more when death is past.
4Help us, O Father! when the world is pressingOn our frail hearts, that faint without their Friend;Help us, O Father! let thy constant blessingStrengthen our weakness, till the joyful end.
4Help us, O Father! when the world is pressing
On our frail hearts, that faint without their Friend;
Help us, O Father! let thy constant blessing
Strengthen our weakness, till the joyful end.
W. H. Hurlbut.
1032P. M.All my springs are in thee.Psalm 87:7.As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean,Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can see,So deep in my heart, the still prayer of devotionUnheard by the world, rises silent to thee—My God! silent to thee—Pure, warm, silent to thee.2As still to the star of its worship, though clouded,The needle points faithfully o’er the dim sea,So, dark as I roam thro’ this wintery world shrouded,The hope of my spirit turns trembling to thee—My God! trembling to thee—True, fond, trembling to thee.Moore.
P. M.
All my springs are in thee.Psalm 87:7.
As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean,Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can see,So deep in my heart, the still prayer of devotionUnheard by the world, rises silent to thee—My God! silent to thee—Pure, warm, silent to thee.
As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean,
Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can see,
So deep in my heart, the still prayer of devotion
Unheard by the world, rises silent to thee—
My God! silent to thee—
Pure, warm, silent to thee.
2As still to the star of its worship, though clouded,The needle points faithfully o’er the dim sea,So, dark as I roam thro’ this wintery world shrouded,The hope of my spirit turns trembling to thee—My God! trembling to thee—True, fond, trembling to thee.
2As still to the star of its worship, though clouded,
The needle points faithfully o’er the dim sea,
So, dark as I roam thro’ this wintery world shrouded,
The hope of my spirit turns trembling to thee—
My God! trembling to thee—
True, fond, trembling to thee.
Moore.
10334s & 6s, or C. M.Canticles 4:16.The spring-tide hourBrings leaf and flower,With songs of life and love;And many a layWears out the dayIn many a leafy grove.Bird, flower, and tree,Seem to agreeTheir choicest gifts to bring;But this poor heartBears not its part,In it there is no spring.2Dews fall apace,The dews of grace,Upon this soul of sin;And love divineDelights to shineUpon the waste within:Yet year by year,Fruits, flowers, appear,And birds their praises sing;But this poor heartBears not its part,Its winter has no spring.3Lord, let thy love,Fresh from above,Soft as the south-wind blow!Call forth its bloom,Wake its perfume,And bid its spices flow!And when thy voiceMakes earth rejoice,And the hills laugh and sing,Lord! make this heartTo bear its part,And join the praise of spring!J. S. B. Monsell.
4s & 6s, or C. M.
Canticles 4:16.
The spring-tide hourBrings leaf and flower,With songs of life and love;And many a layWears out the dayIn many a leafy grove.Bird, flower, and tree,Seem to agreeTheir choicest gifts to bring;But this poor heartBears not its part,In it there is no spring.
The spring-tide hour
Brings leaf and flower,
With songs of life and love;
And many a lay
Wears out the day
In many a leafy grove.
Bird, flower, and tree,
Seem to agree
Their choicest gifts to bring;
But this poor heart
Bears not its part,
In it there is no spring.
2Dews fall apace,The dews of grace,Upon this soul of sin;And love divineDelights to shineUpon the waste within:Yet year by year,Fruits, flowers, appear,And birds their praises sing;But this poor heartBears not its part,Its winter has no spring.
2Dews fall apace,
The dews of grace,
Upon this soul of sin;
And love divine
Delights to shine
Upon the waste within:
Yet year by year,
Fruits, flowers, appear,
And birds their praises sing;
But this poor heart
Bears not its part,
Its winter has no spring.
3Lord, let thy love,Fresh from above,Soft as the south-wind blow!Call forth its bloom,Wake its perfume,And bid its spices flow!And when thy voiceMakes earth rejoice,And the hills laugh and sing,Lord! make this heartTo bear its part,And join the praise of spring!
3Lord, let thy love,
Fresh from above,
Soft as the south-wind blow!
Call forth its bloom,
Wake its perfume,
And bid its spices flow!
And when thy voice
Makes earth rejoice,
And the hills laugh and sing,
Lord! make this heart
To bear its part,
And join the praise of spring!
J. S. B. Monsell.