THE NEW LIFE—TRUST AND JOY.760L. M.The peace of God.Phil. 4:7.O peace of God, sweet peace of God!Where broods on earth this gentle dove!Where spread those pure and downy wingsTo shelter him whom God doth love?2Whence comes this blessing of the soul,This silent joy which can not fade?This glory, tranquil, holy, bright,Pervading sorrow’s deepest shade?3The peace of God, the peace of God!It shines as clear ’mid cloud and stormAs in the calmest summer day,’Mid chill as in the sunlight warm.4O peace of God! earth hath no powerTo shed thine unction o’er the heart;Its smile can never bring it here—Its frown ne’er bid its light depart.5Calm peace of God, in holy trust,In love and faith, thy presence dwells—In patient suffering and toilWhere mercy’s gentle tear-drop swells.6Sweet peace! O let thy heavenly rayShed its calm radiance o’er my road;Its kindly light shall cheer me on—Guide to the endless peace of God.761L. M.God our Father.Is there a lone and dreary hour,When worldly pleasures lose their power?My Father! let me turn to thee,And set each thought of darkness free.2Is there a time of rushing grief,Which scorns the prospect of relief?My Father! break the cheerless gloom,And bid my heart its calm resume.3Is there an hour of peace and joyWhen hope is all my soul’s employ?My Father! still my hopes will roam,Until they rest with thee, their home.4The noontide blaze, the midnight scene,The dawn, or twilight’s sweet serene,The glow of life, the dying hour,Shall own my Father’s grace and power.Mrs. Gilman.762L. M. D.The secret place of the Most High.Psalm 91:1.O this is blessing, this is rest!Into thine arms, O Lord! I flee;I hide me in thy faithful breast,And pour out all my soul to thee,Now, hushing every adverse sound,Songs of defense my soul surround,As if all saints encamped aboutOne trusting heart, pursued by doubt.2And O, how solemn, yet how sweet,Their one assured, persuasive strain!“The Lord of hosts is thy retreat,Still in his hands thy times remain.”O tender word! O truth divine!Lord, I am altogether thine;I have bowed down, I need not flee;Peace, peace is found in trusting thee.3And now I count supremely kindThe rule that once I thought severe;And precious, to my altered mind,At length thy kind reproofs appear.I must be taught what I would know,I must be led where I should go:And all the rest ordained for me,Is to be found in trusting thee.Anna L. Waring.763L. M.The repose of faith.O Father! gladly we reposeOur souls on thee, who dwellest above,And bless thee for the peace which flowsFrom faith in thine encircling love.2Though every earthly trust may break,Infinite might belongs to thee;Though every earthly friend forsake,Unchangeable thou still wilt be.3Though griefs may gather darkly round,They can not vail us from thy sight;Though vain all human aid be found,Thou every grief canst turn to light.4All things thy wise designs fulfill,In earth beneath, and heaven above,And good breaks out from every ill,Through faith in thine encircling love.G. Gaskell.764L. M. 6 lines.God is my light and my salvation.Psalm 27:1.Fountain of light, and living breath,Whose mercies never fail nor fade,Fill me with life that hath no death,Fill me with light that hath no shade;Appoint the remnant of my daysTo see thy power, and sing thy praise.2O Lord, our God, before whose throneStand storms and fire, O what shall weReturn to heaven, that is our own,When all the world belongs to thee?We have no offering to impart,But praises, and a broken heart.3O thou who sittest in heaven and seestMy deeds without, my thoughts within,Be thou my prince, be thou my priest—Command my soul, and cure my sin:How bitter my afflictions be,I care not, so I rise to thee.4What I possess, or what I crave,Brings no content, great God, to me,If what I would, or what I have,Be not possessed and blest in thee:What I enjoy, O, make it mine,In making me—that have it—thine.765L. M.I delight to do thy will, O my God.Psalm 40:8.O Lord, thy heavenly grace impart,And fix my frail, inconstant heart;Henceforth my chief delight shall beTo dedicate myself to thee,To thee, my God, to thee.2Whate’er pursuits my time employ,One thought shall fill my soul with joy;That silent, secret thought shall be,That all my hopes are fixed on thee,On thee, my God, on thee.3Thy glorious eye pervadeth space;Thy presence, Lord, fills every place;And, wheresoe’er my lot may be,Still shall my spirit cleave to thee,To thee, my God, to thee.4Renouncing every worldly thing,And safe beneath thy sheltering wing,My sweetest thought henceforth shall be,That all I want I find in thee,In thee, my God, in thee.J. F. Oberlin.766L. M. 6 lines.My soul trusteth in thee.Psalm 57:1.Do not I trust in thee, O Lord?Do I not rest in thee alone?Is not the comfort of thy wordThe sweetest cordial I have known?When vexed with care, bowed down with grief,Where else could I obtain relief?2And is it not my chief desireTo feel as if a stranger here?Do not my hopes and thoughts aspireBeyond this transitory sphere?And art thou not, while here I roam,My hope, my hiding-place, my home?3O, yes! these things are ever true;Thy promise is for ever sure;And all I now am passing through,And all that I may still endure,Will but endear thy word to me,And draw me nearer, Lord, to thee.4And now on thee I cast my soul,Come life or death, come ease or pain;Thy presence can each fear control,Thy grace can to the end sustain:Those whom thou lovest, heavenly Friend,Thou lovest even to the end!767L. M.Repose in God’s wisdom.Whither, O whither should I fly,But to my loving Father’s breast!Secure within thine arms to lie,And safe beneath thy wings to rest!2In all my ways thy hand I own,Thy ruling providence I see:Assist me still my course to run,And still direct my paths to thee.3I have no skill the snare to shun;But thou, O God, my wisdom art;I ever into ruin run;But thou art greater than my heart.4Foolish, and impotent, and blind,Lead me a way I have not known;Bring me where I my heaven may find,The heaven of loving thee alone.C. Wesley.768L. M. 6 lines.He leadeth me.“He leadeth me!” O! blesséd thought,O! words with heavenly comfort fraught,Whate’er I do, whate’er I be,Still ’tis God’s hand that leadeth me!He leadeth me! he leadeth me!By his own hand he leadeth me.2Sometimes ’midst scenes of deepest gloom,Sometimes where Eden’s bowers bloom;By waters still, o’er troubled sea—Still ’tis his hand that leadeth me!He leadeth me! he leadeth me!By his own hand he leadeth me.3Lord, I would clasp thy hands in mine,Nor ever murmur nor repine—Content, whatever lot I see,Since ’tis my God that leadeth me!He leadeth me! he leadeth me!By his own hand he leadeth me.4And when my task on earth is done,When, by thy grace, the victory’s won;E’en death’s cold wave I will not flee,Since God through Jordan leadeth me!He leadeth me! he leadeth me!By his own hand he leadeth me.769C. M.Thou art my soul’s bright morning star.My God, the spring of all my joys,The life of my delights,The glory of my brightest days,The comfort of my nights!2In darkest shades, if thou appear,My dawning is begun;Thou art my soul’s bright morning star,And thou my rising sun.3The opening heavens around me shineWith beams of sacred bliss,While Jesus shows his mercy mine,And whispers I am his.4My soul would leave this heavy clayAt that transporting word,And run with joy the shining wayTo meet my dearest Lord.Watts.770C. M.Rejoice in the Lord always.Phil. 4:4.Rejoice, believers in the Lord,Who makes your cause his own;The hope that’s built upon his word,Can ne’er be overthrown.2Though many foes beset your road,And feeble is your arm,Your life is hid in Christ your GodBeyond the reach of harm.3Weak as you are, you shall not faint,Or fainting, shall not die;Jesus, the strength of every saint,Will aid you from on high.4As surely as he overcame,And triumphed once for you;So surely you that love his name,Shall triumph in him too.Newton.771C. M.Call me thy servant, Lord.O not to fill the mouth of fame,My longing soul is stirred:But give me a diviner name;Call me thy servant, Lord!2No longer would my soul be knownAs uncontrolled and free;O, not mine own! O, not mine own!Lord, I belong to thee.3Thy servant—me thy servant choose,Nought of thy claim abate!The glorious name I would not lose,Nor change the sweet estate.4In life, in death, on earth, in heaven,This is the name for me;And be the same dear title givenThrough all eternity.772C. M.Psalm 1.Blest is the man who shuns the placeWhere sinners love to meet,Who fears to tread their wicked ways,And hates the scoffer’s seat:2But in the statutes of the Lord,Has placed his chief delight;By day he reads or hears the word,And meditates by night.3Green as the leaf, and ever fair,Shall his profession shine:While fruits of holiness appearLike clusters on the vine.4Not so the impious and unjust:What vain designs they form!Their hopes are blown away like dust,Or chaff before the storm.5Sinners in judgment shall not standAmong the sons of grace,When Christ the judge at his right handAppoints his saints a place.6His eyes behold the path they tread,His heart approves it well;But crooked ways of sinners leadDown to the gates of hell.Watts.773C. M. D.O lead us gently on.Father of love, our Guide and Friend,O, lead us gently on,Until life’s trial-time shall end,And heavenly peace be won!We know not what the path may beAs yet by us untrod;But we can trust our all to thee,Our Father and our God.2If called, like Abraham’s child, to climbThe hill of sacrifice,Some angel may be there in time;Deliverance shall arise:Or, if some darker lot be good,O, teach us to endureThe sorrow, pain, or solitude,That make the spirit pure!774C. M.Thou art my portion, O Lord.Psalm 119:57.Thou art my portion, O my God;Soon as I know thy way,My heart makes haste t’ obey thy word,And suffers no delay.2I choose the path of heavenly truth,And glory in my choice;Not all the riches of the earthCould make me so rejoice.3The testimonies of thy graceI set before mine eyes;Thence I derive my daily strength,And there my comfort lies.4If once I wander from thy path,I think upon my ways;Then turn my feet to thy commands,And trust thy pardoning grace.5Now I am thine, for ever thine;O, save thy servant, Lord:Thou art my shield, my hiding-place,My hope is in thy word.Watts.775C. M. 6 lines.The spirit of a little child.Father, I know that all my lifeIs portioned out for me;The changes that will surely come,I do not fear to see:I ask thee for a present mind,Intent on pleasing thee.2I ask thee for a thoughtful love,Through constant watching wise,To meet the glad with joyful smiles,And wipe the weeping eyes;A heart at leisure from itself,To soothe and sympathize.3I would not have the restless willThat hurries to and fro,That seeks for some great thing to do,Or secret thing to know:I would be treated as a child,And guided where I go.4Wherever in the world I am,In whatsoe’er estate,I have a fellowship with hearts,To keep and cultivate;A work of lowly love to doFor him on whom I wait.A. L. Waring.776C. M.Christ loved unseen.1 Peter 1:8.Jesus, these eyes have never seenThat radiant form of thine!The vail of sense hangs dark betweenThy blesséd face and mine!2I see thee not, I hear thee not,Yet art thou oft with me;And earth hath ne’er so dear a spot,As where I meet with thee.3Like some bright dream that comes unsought,When slumbers o’er me roll,Thine image ever fills my thought,And charms my ravished soul.4Yet though I have not seen, and stillMust rest in faith alone;I love thee, dearest Lord! and will,Unseen, but not unknown.5When death these mortal eyes shall seal,And still this throbbing heart,The rending vail shall thee reveal,All glorious as thou art!Ray Palmer.777C. L. M.Job. 1:21.When I can trust my all with God,In trial’s fearful hour—Bow all resigned beneath his rod,And bless his sparing power;A joy springs up amid distress,A fountain in the wilderness.2O! to be brought to Jesus’ feet,Though trials fix me there,Is still a privilege most sweet;For he will hear my prayer;Though sighs and tears its language be,The Lord is nigh to answer me.3Then, blesséd be the hand that gave,Still blesséd when it takes;Blesséd be he who smites to save,Who heals the heart he breaks;Perfect and true are all his ways,Whom heaven adores and death obeys.Conder.778S. M.That Rock was Christ.1 Cor. 10:4.Israel the desert trod,Sustained by power divine,While wondrous mercy marked the roadWith many a mystic sign.2When Moses gave the stroke,From Horeb’s flinty sideIssued a river, and the rockThe Hebrew’s thirst supplied.3But O! what nobler themesDoes gospel grace afford!From Calvary spring superior streams—There hung the smitten Lord!4Of every hope bereft,Sinners to Jesus go;Behold the Rock of Ages cleft,And living currents flow.5Here may our spirits bathe,Here may our joys abound!Till (passed the wilderness and death)We tread celestial ground.779S. M.Having all in Christ.My spirit on thy care,Blest Saviour, I recline;Thou wilt not leave me to despair,For thou art love divine.2In thee I place my trust;On thee I calmly rest:I know thee good, I know thee just,And count thy choice the best.3Whate’er events betide,Thy will they all perform;Safe in thy breast my head I hide,Nor fear the coming storm.4Let good or ill befall,It must be good for me—Secure of having thee in allOf having all in thee.F. Lyte.7807s.Make me like a little child.Jesus, cast a look on me!Give me true simplicity:Make me poor and keep me low,Seeking only thee to know.2All that feeds my busy pride,Cast it evermore aside:Bid my will to thine submit:Lay me humbly at thy feet.3Make me like a little child,Simple, teachable, and mild;Seeing only in thy light;Walking only in thy might!4Leaning on thy loving breast,Where a weary soul may rest;Feeling well the peace of GodFlowing from thy precious blood!Berridge.781P. M.Thou shalt guide me with thy counsel.Psalm 73:24.My Shepherd’s mighty aid,His dear redeeming love,His all-protecting power displayed,I joy to prove.Led onward by my Guide,I tread the beauteous scene,Where tranquil waters gently glideThrough pastures green.2In error’s maze my soulShall wander now no more;His Spirit shall, with sweet control,The lost restore.My willing steps he’ll leadIn paths of righteousness;His power defend, his bounty feed,His mercy bless.3Affliction’s deepest gloomShall but his love display;He will the vale of death illumeWith living ray.I lean upon his rod,And thankfully adore;My heart shall vindicate my GodFor evermore.4His goodness ever nigh,His mercy ever free,Shall while I live, shall when I dieStill follow me.For ever shall my soulHis boundless blessings prove,And, while eternal ages roll,Adore and love.J. Roberts.7827s.The pearl of great price.’Tis religion that can giveSweetest pleasure while we live;’Tis religion must supplySolid comfort when we die.2After death, its joys will beLasting as eternity!Be the living God my friend,Then my bliss shall never end.7838s & 7s.Except the Lord build the house.Psalm 127:1.Vainly through night’s weary hours,Keep we watch lest foes alarm;Vain our bulwarks, and our towers,But for God’s protecting arm.2Vain were all our toil and labor,Did not God that labor bless;Vain, without his grace and favor,Every talent we possess.3Vainer still the hope of heavenThat on human strength relies;But to him shall help be givenWho in humble faith applies.4Seek we, then, the Lord’s Anointed;He shall grant us peace and rest:Ne’er was suppliant disappointedWho through Christ his prayer addressed.F. Lyte.7847s.1 John 4:19.Saviour! teach me, day by day,Love’s sweet lessons to obey;Sweeter lessons can not be,Loving him who first loved me.2With a child-like heart of love,At thy bidding may I move;Prompt to serve and follow thee,Loving him who first loved me.3Teach me all thy steps to trace,Strong to follow in thy grace;Learning how to love from thee,Loving him who first loved me.4Love in loving finds employ—In obedience all her joy;Ever new that joy will be,Loving him who first loved me.5Thus may I rejoice to showThat I feel the love I owe;Singing, till thy face I see,Of his love who first loved me.7857s & 6s.I will fear no evil.Psalm 23:4.In heavenly love abiding,No change my heart shall fear;And safe is such confiding,For nothing changes here.The storm may roar without me,My heart may low be laid,But God is round about me,And can I be dismayed?2Wherever he may guide me,No want shall turn me back:My Shepherd is beside me,And nothing can I lack.His wisdom ever waketh,His sight is never dim;He knows the way he taketh,And I will walk with him.3Green pastures are before me,Which yet I have not seen;Bright skies will soon be o’er me,Where the dark clouds have been.My hope I can not measure,My path to life is free,My Saviour has my treasure,And he will walk with me.7866s & 4s.Be thou my strong Rock.Psalm 31:2.O strong to save and bless,My Rock and Righteousness,Draw near to me;Blessing, and joy, and might,Wisdom, and love, and light,Are all with thee.2My Refuge and my Rest,As child on mother’s breastI lean on thee;From faintness and from fear,When foes and ill are near,Deliver me.3O, answer me, my God;Thy love is deep and broad,Thy grace is true;Thousands this grace have shared;O, letmenow be heard,O, loveme, too.Bonar.787P. M.It is well.2 Kings 4:26.Through the love of God our Saviour,All will be well:Free and changeless is his favor;All, all is well:Precious is the blood that healed us;Perfect is the grace that sealed us;Strong the hand stretched out to shield us;All must be well;2Though we pass through tribulation,All will be well:Ours is such a full salvation;All, all is well:Happy, still in God confiding,Fruitful, if in Christ abiding,Holy, through the Spirit’s guiding,All must be well.3We expect a bright to-morrow;All will be well;Faith can sing through days of sorrow,All, all is well;On our Father’s love relying,Jesus every need supplying,Or in living, or in dying,All must be well.7884s & 6s.Trust in God amid perils.In time of fear,When trouble’s near,I look to thine abode;Though helpers fail,And foes prevail,I’ll put my trust in God.2And what is lifeBut toil and strife?What terror has the grave?Thine arm of power,In peril’s hour,The trembling soul will save.3In darkest skies,Though storms arise,I will not be dismayed:O God of light,And boundless might,My soul on thee is stayed!Hastings.78911s.Acquaint now thyself with him.Job. 22:21.Acquaint thee, O mortal, acquaint thee with God,And joy, like the sunshine, shall beam on thy road;And peace, like the dewdrop, shall fall on thy head,And sleep, like an angel, shall visit thy bed.2Acquaint thee, O mortal, acquaint thee with God;And he shall be with thee when fears are abroad;Thy safeguard in danger that threatens thy path;Thy joy in the valley and shadow of death.Knox.79011s.Heb. 12:2.O eyes that are weary, and hearts that are sore,Look off unto Jesus; now sorrow no more:The light of his countenance shineth so bright,That here, as in heaven, there need be no night.2While looking to Jesus, my heart can not fear;I tremble no more when I see Jesus near;I know that his presence my safeguard will be,For, “Why are you troubled?” he saith unto me.3Still looking to Jesus, O, may I be found,When Jordan’s dark waters encompass me round:They bear me away in his presence to be;I see him still nearer whom always I see.4Then, then shall I know the full beauty and graceOf Jesus, my Lord, when I stand face to face;Shall know how his love went before me each day,And wonder that ever my eyes turned away.79110s.Complete in Christ.Long did I toil, and knew no earthly rest;Far did I rove, and found no certain home;At last I sought them in his sheltering breast,Who opes his arms, and bids the weary come:With him I found a home, a rest divine;And I since then am his, and he is mine.2Yes! he is mine! and nought of earthly things,Not all the charms of pleasure, wealth, or power,The fame of heroes, or the pomp of kings,Could tempt me to forego his love an hour.Go, worthless world, I cry, with all that’s thine!Go! I my Saviour’s am, and he is mine.3The good I have is from his stores supplied;The ill is only what he deems the best;He for my Friend, I’m rich with nought beside;And poor without him, though of all possest:Changes may come; I take, or I resign;Content, while I am his, while he is mine.79211s.Precious promises.How firm a foundation, you saints of the Lord,Is laid for your faith in his excellent word!What more can he say than to you he has said,You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled?2In every condition, in sickness, in health,In poverty’s vale, or abounding in wealth;At home and abroad, on the land, on the sea,As your days may demand, so your succor shall be.3Fear not—I am with you; O be not dismayed!I, I am your God, and will still give you aid;I’ll strengthen you, help you, and cause you to stand,Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand.4When through the deep waters I cause you to go,The rivers of sorrow shall not you o’erflow;For I will be with you, your troubles to bless,And sanctify to you your deepest distress.5When through fiery trials your pathway shall lie,My grace, all-sufficient, shall be your supply:The flame shall not hurt you: I only designYour dross to consume, and your gold to refine.6E’en down to old age all my people shall proveMy sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love;And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn,Like lambs they shall still in my bosom be borne.7The soul that on Jesus has leaned for repose,I will not, I can not, desert to his foes;That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,I’ll never—no, never—no, never forsake!Kirkham.79310s.Rejoicing in hope.Rom. 12:12.Joyfully, joyfully, onward I move,Bound to the land of bright spirits above;Angelic choristers, sing as I come—Joyfully, joyfully, haste to thy home!Soon, with my pilgrimage ended below,Home to the land of bright spirits I go;Pilgrim and stranger, no more shall I roam:Joyfully, joyfully, resting at home.2Friends fondly cherished, but passed on before;Waiting, they watch me approaching the shore;Singing to cheer me through death’s chilling gloom:Joyfully, joyfully, haste to thy home.Sounds of sweet melody full on my ear;Harps of the blesséd, your voices I hear!Rings with the harmony heaven’s high dome—Joyfully, joyfully, haste to thy home.3Death, with thy weapons of war lay me low,Strike, king of terrors! I fear not the blow;Jesus hath broken the bars of the tomb!Joyfully, joyfully, will I go home.Bright will the morn of eternity dawn;Death shall be banished, his scepter be gone;Joyfully, then, shall I witness his doom,Joyfully, joyfully, safely at home.794P. M.Behold the fowls of the air.Matt. 6:26.The child leans on its parent’s breast,Leaves there its cares, and is at rest;The bird sits singing by his nest,And tells aloudHis trust in God, and so is blest’Neath every cloud.2He has no store, he sows no seed;Yet sings aloud, and doth not heed;By flowing stream or grassy mead,He sings to shameMen, who forget, in fear of need,A Father’s name.3The heart that trusts for ever sings,And feels as light as it had wings;A well of peace within it springs:Come good or ill,Whate’er to-day, to-morrow brings,It is his will!I. Williams.795C. P. M.Matthew 14:28, 29.He bids us come; his voice we know,And boldly on the waters go,To him our Christ and Lord;We walk on life’s tempestuous sea,For he who died to set us freeHath called us by his word.2Secure from troubled waves we tread,Nor all the storms around us heed,While to our Lord we look;O’er every fierce temptation bound—The billows yield a solid ground,The wave is firm as rock.3But if from him we turn our eye,And see the raging floods run high,And feel our fears within;Our foes so strong, our flesh so frail,Reason and unbelief prevail,And sink us into sin.4Lord, we our feeble faith confess;That little spark of faith increase,That we may doubt no more;But fix on thee our steady eye,And on thine outstretched arm rely,Till all the storm is o’er.796P. M.Rest, weary heart.Rest, weary heart,From all thy silent griefs, and secret pain,Thy profitless regrets, and longings vain;Wisdom and love have ordered all the past,All shall be blessedness and light at last;Cast off the cares that have so long opprest;Rest, sweetly rest!2Rest, weary head!Lie down to slumber in the peaceful tomb;Light from above has broken through its gloom;Here, in the place where once thy Saviour lay,Where he shall wake thee on a future day,Like a tired child upon its mother’s breast,Rest, sweetly rest!3Rest, spirit free!In the green pastures of the heavenly shore,Where sin and sorrow can approach no more;With all the flock by the Good Shepherd fed,Beside the streams of life eternal led,For ever with thy God and Saviour blest,Rest, sweetly rest!797P. M.The bright and morning star.Rev. 22:16.Star of morn and even,Sun of Heaven’s heaven,Saviour high and dear,Toward us turn thine ear;Through whate’er may come,Thou canst lead us home.2Though the gloom be grievous,Those we leant on leave us,Though the coward heartQuit its proper part,Though the tempter come,Thou wilt lead us home.3Saviour pure and holy,Lover of the lowly,Sign us with thy sign,Take our hands in thine;Take our hands and come,Lead thy children home!4Star of morn and even,Shine on us from heaven;From thy glory-throneHear thy very own!Lord and Saviour, come,Lead us to our home!F. T. Palgrave.798P. M.I will not let thee go.I will not let thee go; thou help in time of need,Heap ill on ill,I trust thee still,E’en when it seems as thou wouldst slay indeed!Do as thou wilt with me,I yet will cling to thee,Hide thou thy face; yet, help in time of need,I will not let thee go!2I will not let thee go; should I forsake my bliss?No, Lord, thou’rt mine,And I am thine:Thee will I hold when all things else I miss;Though dark and sad the night,Joy cometh with thy light,O thou my Sun; should I forsake my bliss?I will not let thee go!3I will not let thee go, my God, my Life, my Lord!Not death can tearMe from his care,Who for my sake his soul in death outpoured.Thou diedst for love to me,I say in love to thee,E’en when my heart shall break, my God, my Life, my Lord,I will not let thee go!Desyler.7997s, peculiar.They shall never perish.John 10:28.Now as long as here I roam,On this earth have house and home,Shall the light of love from theeShine through all my memory,To my God I yet will cling,All my life the praises singThat from thankful hearts outspring.2Every sorrow, every smart,That the Father’s loving heartHath appointed me of yore,Or hath yet for me in store,As my life flows on I’ll takeCalmly, gladly for his sake,No more faithless murmurs make.3I will meet distress and pain,I will greet e’en death’s dark reign,I will lay me in the grave,With a heart still glad and brave,Whom the strongest doth defend,Whom the highest counts his friend,Can not perish in the end.Gerhardt.800P. M.The shining shore.My days are gliding swiftly by,And I a pilgrim stranger,Would not detain them as they fly—Those hours of toil and danger.CHORUS.For O! we stand on Jordan’s strand,Our friends are passing over;And just before, the shining shoreWe may almost discover.2We’ll gird our loins, my brethren dear,Our distant home discerning;Our absent Lord has left us word,Let every lamp be burning.3Should coming days be cold and dark,We need not cease our singing;That perfect rest nought can molest,Where golden harps are ringing.4Let sorrow’s rudest tempest blow,Each cord on earth to sever;Our King says, “Come,” and there’s our home,For ever, O! for ever.Nelson.801P. M.Still will we trust.Still will we trust, tho’ earth seem dark and dreary,And the heart faint beneath his chastening rod;Though rough and steep our pathway, worn and weary,Still will we trust in God!2Our eyes see dimly till by faith anointed,And our blind choosing brings us grief and pain;Through him alone who hath our way appointed,We find our peace again.3Choose for us, God! nor let our weak preferringCheat our poor souls of good thou hast designed;Choose for us, God! thy wisdom is unerring,And we are fools and blind.4So from our sky, the night shall furl her shadows,And day pour gladness through his golden gates;Our rough path leads to flower-enameled meadowsWhere joy our coming waits.5Let us press on in patient self-denial,Accept the hardship, shrinking not from loss—Our guerdon lies beyond the hour of trial;Our crown, beyond the Cross.W. H. Burleigh.802P. M.God doth not leave his own.God doth not leave his own!The night of weeping for a time may last;Then, tears all past,His going forth shall as the morning shine;The sunrise of his favors shall be thine—God doth not leave his own.2God doth not leave his own!Though “few and evil” all their days appear,Though grief and fearCome in the train of earth and hell’s dark crowd,The trusting heart says, even in the cloud,God doth not leave his own.3God doth not leave his own!This sorrow in their life he doth permit,Yea, useth itTo speed his children on their heavenward way.He guides the winds—Faith, Hope and Love all sayGod doth not leave his own.8038s & 4s.Trust.I know not if or dark or brightShall be my lot;If that wherein my hopes delightBe best, or not.2It may be mine to drag for yearsToil’s heavy chain;Or day and night my meat be tearsOn bed of pain.3Dear faces may surround my hearthWith smiles and glee;Or I may dwell alone, and mirthBe strange to me.4My bark is wafted to the strandBy breath divine;And on the helm there rests a handOther than mine.5One who has known in storms to sailI have on board;Above the raving of the galeI hear my Lord.804P. M.Nearer.We are too far from thee, our Saviour,Too far from thee,Before our eyesDark mists arise,And vail the glories from the skies:We are too far from thee.2We are too far from thee, our Saviour,Too far from thee.Fierce pains oppress,Dark cares distress,Made darker by our loneliness:We are too far from thee.3We are too far from thee, our Saviour,Too far from thee,Dark waters rollAbove the soul;Striving to reach the heavenly goal,We are too far from thee.4We are too far from thee, our Saviour,Too far from thee,Alone, afraid,Our path is laidIn darkness; send thy heavenly aid;We are too far from thee.5We are too far from thee, our Saviour,Too far from thee,E’en if thy rodBring us to God,In meekness be the pathway trod,If it but lead to God.6Draw us more close to thee, our Saviour,More close to thee,Let come what willOf good or ill,’Tis one to us, well knowing stillThou drawest us to thee.805P. M.I have given him for a leader.Isaiah 55:4.Jesus! guide our wayTo eternal day!So shall we, no more delaying,Follow thee, thy voice obeying;Lead us by the handTo our Father’s land!2When we danger meet,Steadfast make our feet!Lord, preserve us uncomplaining’Mid the darkness round us reigning!Through adversityLies our way to thee.3Order all our wayThrough this mortal day;In our toil with aid be near us;In our need with succor cheer us;When life’s course is o’er,Open thou the door!Count Zinzendorf.
760L. M.The peace of God.Phil. 4:7.O peace of God, sweet peace of God!Where broods on earth this gentle dove!Where spread those pure and downy wingsTo shelter him whom God doth love?2Whence comes this blessing of the soul,This silent joy which can not fade?This glory, tranquil, holy, bright,Pervading sorrow’s deepest shade?3The peace of God, the peace of God!It shines as clear ’mid cloud and stormAs in the calmest summer day,’Mid chill as in the sunlight warm.4O peace of God! earth hath no powerTo shed thine unction o’er the heart;Its smile can never bring it here—Its frown ne’er bid its light depart.5Calm peace of God, in holy trust,In love and faith, thy presence dwells—In patient suffering and toilWhere mercy’s gentle tear-drop swells.6Sweet peace! O let thy heavenly rayShed its calm radiance o’er my road;Its kindly light shall cheer me on—Guide to the endless peace of God.
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The peace of God.Phil. 4:7.
O peace of God, sweet peace of God!Where broods on earth this gentle dove!Where spread those pure and downy wingsTo shelter him whom God doth love?
O peace of God, sweet peace of God!
Where broods on earth this gentle dove!
Where spread those pure and downy wings
To shelter him whom God doth love?
2Whence comes this blessing of the soul,This silent joy which can not fade?This glory, tranquil, holy, bright,Pervading sorrow’s deepest shade?
2Whence comes this blessing of the soul,
This silent joy which can not fade?
This glory, tranquil, holy, bright,
Pervading sorrow’s deepest shade?
3The peace of God, the peace of God!It shines as clear ’mid cloud and stormAs in the calmest summer day,’Mid chill as in the sunlight warm.
3The peace of God, the peace of God!
It shines as clear ’mid cloud and storm
As in the calmest summer day,
’Mid chill as in the sunlight warm.
4O peace of God! earth hath no powerTo shed thine unction o’er the heart;Its smile can never bring it here—Its frown ne’er bid its light depart.
4O peace of God! earth hath no power
To shed thine unction o’er the heart;
Its smile can never bring it here—
Its frown ne’er bid its light depart.
5Calm peace of God, in holy trust,In love and faith, thy presence dwells—In patient suffering and toilWhere mercy’s gentle tear-drop swells.
5Calm peace of God, in holy trust,
In love and faith, thy presence dwells—
In patient suffering and toil
Where mercy’s gentle tear-drop swells.
6Sweet peace! O let thy heavenly rayShed its calm radiance o’er my road;Its kindly light shall cheer me on—Guide to the endless peace of God.
6Sweet peace! O let thy heavenly ray
Shed its calm radiance o’er my road;
Its kindly light shall cheer me on—
Guide to the endless peace of God.
761L. M.God our Father.Is there a lone and dreary hour,When worldly pleasures lose their power?My Father! let me turn to thee,And set each thought of darkness free.2Is there a time of rushing grief,Which scorns the prospect of relief?My Father! break the cheerless gloom,And bid my heart its calm resume.3Is there an hour of peace and joyWhen hope is all my soul’s employ?My Father! still my hopes will roam,Until they rest with thee, their home.4The noontide blaze, the midnight scene,The dawn, or twilight’s sweet serene,The glow of life, the dying hour,Shall own my Father’s grace and power.Mrs. Gilman.
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God our Father.
Is there a lone and dreary hour,When worldly pleasures lose their power?My Father! let me turn to thee,And set each thought of darkness free.
Is there a lone and dreary hour,
When worldly pleasures lose their power?
My Father! let me turn to thee,
And set each thought of darkness free.
2Is there a time of rushing grief,Which scorns the prospect of relief?My Father! break the cheerless gloom,And bid my heart its calm resume.
2Is there a time of rushing grief,
Which scorns the prospect of relief?
My Father! break the cheerless gloom,
And bid my heart its calm resume.
3Is there an hour of peace and joyWhen hope is all my soul’s employ?My Father! still my hopes will roam,Until they rest with thee, their home.
3Is there an hour of peace and joy
When hope is all my soul’s employ?
My Father! still my hopes will roam,
Until they rest with thee, their home.
4The noontide blaze, the midnight scene,The dawn, or twilight’s sweet serene,The glow of life, the dying hour,Shall own my Father’s grace and power.
4The noontide blaze, the midnight scene,
The dawn, or twilight’s sweet serene,
The glow of life, the dying hour,
Shall own my Father’s grace and power.
Mrs. Gilman.
762L. M. D.The secret place of the Most High.Psalm 91:1.O this is blessing, this is rest!Into thine arms, O Lord! I flee;I hide me in thy faithful breast,And pour out all my soul to thee,Now, hushing every adverse sound,Songs of defense my soul surround,As if all saints encamped aboutOne trusting heart, pursued by doubt.2And O, how solemn, yet how sweet,Their one assured, persuasive strain!“The Lord of hosts is thy retreat,Still in his hands thy times remain.”O tender word! O truth divine!Lord, I am altogether thine;I have bowed down, I need not flee;Peace, peace is found in trusting thee.3And now I count supremely kindThe rule that once I thought severe;And precious, to my altered mind,At length thy kind reproofs appear.I must be taught what I would know,I must be led where I should go:And all the rest ordained for me,Is to be found in trusting thee.Anna L. Waring.
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The secret place of the Most High.Psalm 91:1.
O this is blessing, this is rest!Into thine arms, O Lord! I flee;I hide me in thy faithful breast,And pour out all my soul to thee,Now, hushing every adverse sound,Songs of defense my soul surround,As if all saints encamped aboutOne trusting heart, pursued by doubt.
O this is blessing, this is rest!
Into thine arms, O Lord! I flee;
I hide me in thy faithful breast,
And pour out all my soul to thee,
Now, hushing every adverse sound,
Songs of defense my soul surround,
As if all saints encamped about
One trusting heart, pursued by doubt.
2And O, how solemn, yet how sweet,Their one assured, persuasive strain!“The Lord of hosts is thy retreat,Still in his hands thy times remain.”O tender word! O truth divine!Lord, I am altogether thine;I have bowed down, I need not flee;Peace, peace is found in trusting thee.
2And O, how solemn, yet how sweet,
Their one assured, persuasive strain!
“The Lord of hosts is thy retreat,
Still in his hands thy times remain.”
O tender word! O truth divine!
Lord, I am altogether thine;
I have bowed down, I need not flee;
Peace, peace is found in trusting thee.
3And now I count supremely kindThe rule that once I thought severe;And precious, to my altered mind,At length thy kind reproofs appear.I must be taught what I would know,I must be led where I should go:And all the rest ordained for me,Is to be found in trusting thee.
3And now I count supremely kind
The rule that once I thought severe;
And precious, to my altered mind,
At length thy kind reproofs appear.
I must be taught what I would know,
I must be led where I should go:
And all the rest ordained for me,
Is to be found in trusting thee.
Anna L. Waring.
763L. M.The repose of faith.O Father! gladly we reposeOur souls on thee, who dwellest above,And bless thee for the peace which flowsFrom faith in thine encircling love.2Though every earthly trust may break,Infinite might belongs to thee;Though every earthly friend forsake,Unchangeable thou still wilt be.3Though griefs may gather darkly round,They can not vail us from thy sight;Though vain all human aid be found,Thou every grief canst turn to light.4All things thy wise designs fulfill,In earth beneath, and heaven above,And good breaks out from every ill,Through faith in thine encircling love.G. Gaskell.
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The repose of faith.
O Father! gladly we reposeOur souls on thee, who dwellest above,And bless thee for the peace which flowsFrom faith in thine encircling love.
O Father! gladly we repose
Our souls on thee, who dwellest above,
And bless thee for the peace which flows
From faith in thine encircling love.
2Though every earthly trust may break,Infinite might belongs to thee;Though every earthly friend forsake,Unchangeable thou still wilt be.
2Though every earthly trust may break,
Infinite might belongs to thee;
Though every earthly friend forsake,
Unchangeable thou still wilt be.
3Though griefs may gather darkly round,They can not vail us from thy sight;Though vain all human aid be found,Thou every grief canst turn to light.
3Though griefs may gather darkly round,
They can not vail us from thy sight;
Though vain all human aid be found,
Thou every grief canst turn to light.
4All things thy wise designs fulfill,In earth beneath, and heaven above,And good breaks out from every ill,Through faith in thine encircling love.
4All things thy wise designs fulfill,
In earth beneath, and heaven above,
And good breaks out from every ill,
Through faith in thine encircling love.
G. Gaskell.
764L. M. 6 lines.God is my light and my salvation.Psalm 27:1.Fountain of light, and living breath,Whose mercies never fail nor fade,Fill me with life that hath no death,Fill me with light that hath no shade;Appoint the remnant of my daysTo see thy power, and sing thy praise.2O Lord, our God, before whose throneStand storms and fire, O what shall weReturn to heaven, that is our own,When all the world belongs to thee?We have no offering to impart,But praises, and a broken heart.3O thou who sittest in heaven and seestMy deeds without, my thoughts within,Be thou my prince, be thou my priest—Command my soul, and cure my sin:How bitter my afflictions be,I care not, so I rise to thee.4What I possess, or what I crave,Brings no content, great God, to me,If what I would, or what I have,Be not possessed and blest in thee:What I enjoy, O, make it mine,In making me—that have it—thine.
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God is my light and my salvation.Psalm 27:1.
Fountain of light, and living breath,Whose mercies never fail nor fade,Fill me with life that hath no death,Fill me with light that hath no shade;Appoint the remnant of my daysTo see thy power, and sing thy praise.
Fountain of light, and living breath,
Whose mercies never fail nor fade,
Fill me with life that hath no death,
Fill me with light that hath no shade;
Appoint the remnant of my days
To see thy power, and sing thy praise.
2O Lord, our God, before whose throneStand storms and fire, O what shall weReturn to heaven, that is our own,When all the world belongs to thee?We have no offering to impart,But praises, and a broken heart.
2O Lord, our God, before whose throne
Stand storms and fire, O what shall we
Return to heaven, that is our own,
When all the world belongs to thee?
We have no offering to impart,
But praises, and a broken heart.
3O thou who sittest in heaven and seestMy deeds without, my thoughts within,Be thou my prince, be thou my priest—Command my soul, and cure my sin:How bitter my afflictions be,I care not, so I rise to thee.
3O thou who sittest in heaven and seest
My deeds without, my thoughts within,
Be thou my prince, be thou my priest—
Command my soul, and cure my sin:
How bitter my afflictions be,
I care not, so I rise to thee.
4What I possess, or what I crave,Brings no content, great God, to me,If what I would, or what I have,Be not possessed and blest in thee:What I enjoy, O, make it mine,In making me—that have it—thine.
4What I possess, or what I crave,
Brings no content, great God, to me,
If what I would, or what I have,
Be not possessed and blest in thee:
What I enjoy, O, make it mine,
In making me—that have it—thine.
765L. M.I delight to do thy will, O my God.Psalm 40:8.O Lord, thy heavenly grace impart,And fix my frail, inconstant heart;Henceforth my chief delight shall beTo dedicate myself to thee,To thee, my God, to thee.2Whate’er pursuits my time employ,One thought shall fill my soul with joy;That silent, secret thought shall be,That all my hopes are fixed on thee,On thee, my God, on thee.3Thy glorious eye pervadeth space;Thy presence, Lord, fills every place;And, wheresoe’er my lot may be,Still shall my spirit cleave to thee,To thee, my God, to thee.4Renouncing every worldly thing,And safe beneath thy sheltering wing,My sweetest thought henceforth shall be,That all I want I find in thee,In thee, my God, in thee.J. F. Oberlin.
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I delight to do thy will, O my God.Psalm 40:8.
O Lord, thy heavenly grace impart,And fix my frail, inconstant heart;Henceforth my chief delight shall beTo dedicate myself to thee,To thee, my God, to thee.
O Lord, thy heavenly grace impart,
And fix my frail, inconstant heart;
Henceforth my chief delight shall be
To dedicate myself to thee,
To thee, my God, to thee.
2Whate’er pursuits my time employ,One thought shall fill my soul with joy;That silent, secret thought shall be,That all my hopes are fixed on thee,On thee, my God, on thee.
2Whate’er pursuits my time employ,
One thought shall fill my soul with joy;
That silent, secret thought shall be,
That all my hopes are fixed on thee,
On thee, my God, on thee.
3Thy glorious eye pervadeth space;Thy presence, Lord, fills every place;And, wheresoe’er my lot may be,Still shall my spirit cleave to thee,To thee, my God, to thee.
3Thy glorious eye pervadeth space;
Thy presence, Lord, fills every place;
And, wheresoe’er my lot may be,
Still shall my spirit cleave to thee,
To thee, my God, to thee.
4Renouncing every worldly thing,And safe beneath thy sheltering wing,My sweetest thought henceforth shall be,That all I want I find in thee,In thee, my God, in thee.
4Renouncing every worldly thing,
And safe beneath thy sheltering wing,
My sweetest thought henceforth shall be,
That all I want I find in thee,
In thee, my God, in thee.
J. F. Oberlin.
766L. M. 6 lines.My soul trusteth in thee.Psalm 57:1.Do not I trust in thee, O Lord?Do I not rest in thee alone?Is not the comfort of thy wordThe sweetest cordial I have known?When vexed with care, bowed down with grief,Where else could I obtain relief?2And is it not my chief desireTo feel as if a stranger here?Do not my hopes and thoughts aspireBeyond this transitory sphere?And art thou not, while here I roam,My hope, my hiding-place, my home?3O, yes! these things are ever true;Thy promise is for ever sure;And all I now am passing through,And all that I may still endure,Will but endear thy word to me,And draw me nearer, Lord, to thee.4And now on thee I cast my soul,Come life or death, come ease or pain;Thy presence can each fear control,Thy grace can to the end sustain:Those whom thou lovest, heavenly Friend,Thou lovest even to the end!
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My soul trusteth in thee.Psalm 57:1.
Do not I trust in thee, O Lord?Do I not rest in thee alone?Is not the comfort of thy wordThe sweetest cordial I have known?When vexed with care, bowed down with grief,Where else could I obtain relief?
Do not I trust in thee, O Lord?
Do I not rest in thee alone?
Is not the comfort of thy word
The sweetest cordial I have known?
When vexed with care, bowed down with grief,
Where else could I obtain relief?
2And is it not my chief desireTo feel as if a stranger here?Do not my hopes and thoughts aspireBeyond this transitory sphere?And art thou not, while here I roam,My hope, my hiding-place, my home?
2And is it not my chief desire
To feel as if a stranger here?
Do not my hopes and thoughts aspire
Beyond this transitory sphere?
And art thou not, while here I roam,
My hope, my hiding-place, my home?
3O, yes! these things are ever true;Thy promise is for ever sure;And all I now am passing through,And all that I may still endure,Will but endear thy word to me,And draw me nearer, Lord, to thee.
3O, yes! these things are ever true;
Thy promise is for ever sure;
And all I now am passing through,
And all that I may still endure,
Will but endear thy word to me,
And draw me nearer, Lord, to thee.
4And now on thee I cast my soul,Come life or death, come ease or pain;Thy presence can each fear control,Thy grace can to the end sustain:Those whom thou lovest, heavenly Friend,Thou lovest even to the end!
4And now on thee I cast my soul,
Come life or death, come ease or pain;
Thy presence can each fear control,
Thy grace can to the end sustain:
Those whom thou lovest, heavenly Friend,
Thou lovest even to the end!
767L. M.Repose in God’s wisdom.Whither, O whither should I fly,But to my loving Father’s breast!Secure within thine arms to lie,And safe beneath thy wings to rest!2In all my ways thy hand I own,Thy ruling providence I see:Assist me still my course to run,And still direct my paths to thee.3I have no skill the snare to shun;But thou, O God, my wisdom art;I ever into ruin run;But thou art greater than my heart.4Foolish, and impotent, and blind,Lead me a way I have not known;Bring me where I my heaven may find,The heaven of loving thee alone.C. Wesley.
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Repose in God’s wisdom.
Whither, O whither should I fly,But to my loving Father’s breast!Secure within thine arms to lie,And safe beneath thy wings to rest!
Whither, O whither should I fly,
But to my loving Father’s breast!
Secure within thine arms to lie,
And safe beneath thy wings to rest!
2In all my ways thy hand I own,Thy ruling providence I see:Assist me still my course to run,And still direct my paths to thee.
2In all my ways thy hand I own,
Thy ruling providence I see:
Assist me still my course to run,
And still direct my paths to thee.
3I have no skill the snare to shun;But thou, O God, my wisdom art;I ever into ruin run;But thou art greater than my heart.
3I have no skill the snare to shun;
But thou, O God, my wisdom art;
I ever into ruin run;
But thou art greater than my heart.
4Foolish, and impotent, and blind,Lead me a way I have not known;Bring me where I my heaven may find,The heaven of loving thee alone.
4Foolish, and impotent, and blind,
Lead me a way I have not known;
Bring me where I my heaven may find,
The heaven of loving thee alone.
C. Wesley.
768L. M. 6 lines.He leadeth me.“He leadeth me!” O! blesséd thought,O! words with heavenly comfort fraught,Whate’er I do, whate’er I be,Still ’tis God’s hand that leadeth me!He leadeth me! he leadeth me!By his own hand he leadeth me.2Sometimes ’midst scenes of deepest gloom,Sometimes where Eden’s bowers bloom;By waters still, o’er troubled sea—Still ’tis his hand that leadeth me!He leadeth me! he leadeth me!By his own hand he leadeth me.3Lord, I would clasp thy hands in mine,Nor ever murmur nor repine—Content, whatever lot I see,Since ’tis my God that leadeth me!He leadeth me! he leadeth me!By his own hand he leadeth me.4And when my task on earth is done,When, by thy grace, the victory’s won;E’en death’s cold wave I will not flee,Since God through Jordan leadeth me!He leadeth me! he leadeth me!By his own hand he leadeth me.
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He leadeth me.
“He leadeth me!” O! blesséd thought,O! words with heavenly comfort fraught,Whate’er I do, whate’er I be,Still ’tis God’s hand that leadeth me!He leadeth me! he leadeth me!By his own hand he leadeth me.
“He leadeth me!” O! blesséd thought,
O! words with heavenly comfort fraught,
Whate’er I do, whate’er I be,
Still ’tis God’s hand that leadeth me!
He leadeth me! he leadeth me!
By his own hand he leadeth me.
2Sometimes ’midst scenes of deepest gloom,Sometimes where Eden’s bowers bloom;By waters still, o’er troubled sea—Still ’tis his hand that leadeth me!He leadeth me! he leadeth me!By his own hand he leadeth me.
2Sometimes ’midst scenes of deepest gloom,
Sometimes where Eden’s bowers bloom;
By waters still, o’er troubled sea—
Still ’tis his hand that leadeth me!
He leadeth me! he leadeth me!
By his own hand he leadeth me.
3Lord, I would clasp thy hands in mine,Nor ever murmur nor repine—Content, whatever lot I see,Since ’tis my God that leadeth me!He leadeth me! he leadeth me!By his own hand he leadeth me.
3Lord, I would clasp thy hands in mine,
Nor ever murmur nor repine—
Content, whatever lot I see,
Since ’tis my God that leadeth me!
He leadeth me! he leadeth me!
By his own hand he leadeth me.
4And when my task on earth is done,When, by thy grace, the victory’s won;E’en death’s cold wave I will not flee,Since God through Jordan leadeth me!He leadeth me! he leadeth me!By his own hand he leadeth me.
4And when my task on earth is done,
When, by thy grace, the victory’s won;
E’en death’s cold wave I will not flee,
Since God through Jordan leadeth me!
He leadeth me! he leadeth me!
By his own hand he leadeth me.
769C. M.Thou art my soul’s bright morning star.My God, the spring of all my joys,The life of my delights,The glory of my brightest days,The comfort of my nights!2In darkest shades, if thou appear,My dawning is begun;Thou art my soul’s bright morning star,And thou my rising sun.3The opening heavens around me shineWith beams of sacred bliss,While Jesus shows his mercy mine,And whispers I am his.4My soul would leave this heavy clayAt that transporting word,And run with joy the shining wayTo meet my dearest Lord.Watts.
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Thou art my soul’s bright morning star.
My God, the spring of all my joys,The life of my delights,The glory of my brightest days,The comfort of my nights!
My God, the spring of all my joys,
The life of my delights,
The glory of my brightest days,
The comfort of my nights!
2In darkest shades, if thou appear,My dawning is begun;Thou art my soul’s bright morning star,And thou my rising sun.
2In darkest shades, if thou appear,
My dawning is begun;
Thou art my soul’s bright morning star,
And thou my rising sun.
3The opening heavens around me shineWith beams of sacred bliss,While Jesus shows his mercy mine,And whispers I am his.
3The opening heavens around me shine
With beams of sacred bliss,
While Jesus shows his mercy mine,
And whispers I am his.
4My soul would leave this heavy clayAt that transporting word,And run with joy the shining wayTo meet my dearest Lord.
4My soul would leave this heavy clay
At that transporting word,
And run with joy the shining way
To meet my dearest Lord.
Watts.
770C. M.Rejoice in the Lord always.Phil. 4:4.Rejoice, believers in the Lord,Who makes your cause his own;The hope that’s built upon his word,Can ne’er be overthrown.2Though many foes beset your road,And feeble is your arm,Your life is hid in Christ your GodBeyond the reach of harm.3Weak as you are, you shall not faint,Or fainting, shall not die;Jesus, the strength of every saint,Will aid you from on high.4As surely as he overcame,And triumphed once for you;So surely you that love his name,Shall triumph in him too.Newton.
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Rejoice in the Lord always.Phil. 4:4.
Rejoice, believers in the Lord,Who makes your cause his own;The hope that’s built upon his word,Can ne’er be overthrown.
Rejoice, believers in the Lord,
Who makes your cause his own;
The hope that’s built upon his word,
Can ne’er be overthrown.
2Though many foes beset your road,And feeble is your arm,Your life is hid in Christ your GodBeyond the reach of harm.
2Though many foes beset your road,
And feeble is your arm,
Your life is hid in Christ your God
Beyond the reach of harm.
3Weak as you are, you shall not faint,Or fainting, shall not die;Jesus, the strength of every saint,Will aid you from on high.
3Weak as you are, you shall not faint,
Or fainting, shall not die;
Jesus, the strength of every saint,
Will aid you from on high.
4As surely as he overcame,And triumphed once for you;So surely you that love his name,Shall triumph in him too.
4As surely as he overcame,
And triumphed once for you;
So surely you that love his name,
Shall triumph in him too.
Newton.
771C. M.Call me thy servant, Lord.O not to fill the mouth of fame,My longing soul is stirred:But give me a diviner name;Call me thy servant, Lord!2No longer would my soul be knownAs uncontrolled and free;O, not mine own! O, not mine own!Lord, I belong to thee.3Thy servant—me thy servant choose,Nought of thy claim abate!The glorious name I would not lose,Nor change the sweet estate.4In life, in death, on earth, in heaven,This is the name for me;And be the same dear title givenThrough all eternity.
C. M.
Call me thy servant, Lord.
O not to fill the mouth of fame,My longing soul is stirred:But give me a diviner name;Call me thy servant, Lord!
O not to fill the mouth of fame,
My longing soul is stirred:
But give me a diviner name;
Call me thy servant, Lord!
2No longer would my soul be knownAs uncontrolled and free;O, not mine own! O, not mine own!Lord, I belong to thee.
2No longer would my soul be known
As uncontrolled and free;
O, not mine own! O, not mine own!
Lord, I belong to thee.
3Thy servant—me thy servant choose,Nought of thy claim abate!The glorious name I would not lose,Nor change the sweet estate.
3Thy servant—me thy servant choose,
Nought of thy claim abate!
The glorious name I would not lose,
Nor change the sweet estate.
4In life, in death, on earth, in heaven,This is the name for me;And be the same dear title givenThrough all eternity.
4In life, in death, on earth, in heaven,
This is the name for me;
And be the same dear title given
Through all eternity.
772C. M.Psalm 1.Blest is the man who shuns the placeWhere sinners love to meet,Who fears to tread their wicked ways,And hates the scoffer’s seat:2But in the statutes of the Lord,Has placed his chief delight;By day he reads or hears the word,And meditates by night.3Green as the leaf, and ever fair,Shall his profession shine:While fruits of holiness appearLike clusters on the vine.4Not so the impious and unjust:What vain designs they form!Their hopes are blown away like dust,Or chaff before the storm.5Sinners in judgment shall not standAmong the sons of grace,When Christ the judge at his right handAppoints his saints a place.6His eyes behold the path they tread,His heart approves it well;But crooked ways of sinners leadDown to the gates of hell.Watts.
C. M.
Psalm 1.
Blest is the man who shuns the placeWhere sinners love to meet,Who fears to tread their wicked ways,And hates the scoffer’s seat:
Blest is the man who shuns the place
Where sinners love to meet,
Who fears to tread their wicked ways,
And hates the scoffer’s seat:
2But in the statutes of the Lord,Has placed his chief delight;By day he reads or hears the word,And meditates by night.
2But in the statutes of the Lord,
Has placed his chief delight;
By day he reads or hears the word,
And meditates by night.
3Green as the leaf, and ever fair,Shall his profession shine:While fruits of holiness appearLike clusters on the vine.
3Green as the leaf, and ever fair,
Shall his profession shine:
While fruits of holiness appear
Like clusters on the vine.
4Not so the impious and unjust:What vain designs they form!Their hopes are blown away like dust,Or chaff before the storm.
4Not so the impious and unjust:
What vain designs they form!
Their hopes are blown away like dust,
Or chaff before the storm.
5Sinners in judgment shall not standAmong the sons of grace,When Christ the judge at his right handAppoints his saints a place.
5Sinners in judgment shall not stand
Among the sons of grace,
When Christ the judge at his right hand
Appoints his saints a place.
6His eyes behold the path they tread,His heart approves it well;But crooked ways of sinners leadDown to the gates of hell.
6His eyes behold the path they tread,
His heart approves it well;
But crooked ways of sinners lead
Down to the gates of hell.
Watts.
773C. M. D.O lead us gently on.Father of love, our Guide and Friend,O, lead us gently on,Until life’s trial-time shall end,And heavenly peace be won!We know not what the path may beAs yet by us untrod;But we can trust our all to thee,Our Father and our God.2If called, like Abraham’s child, to climbThe hill of sacrifice,Some angel may be there in time;Deliverance shall arise:Or, if some darker lot be good,O, teach us to endureThe sorrow, pain, or solitude,That make the spirit pure!
C. M. D.
O lead us gently on.
Father of love, our Guide and Friend,O, lead us gently on,Until life’s trial-time shall end,And heavenly peace be won!We know not what the path may beAs yet by us untrod;But we can trust our all to thee,Our Father and our God.
Father of love, our Guide and Friend,
O, lead us gently on,
Until life’s trial-time shall end,
And heavenly peace be won!
We know not what the path may be
As yet by us untrod;
But we can trust our all to thee,
Our Father and our God.
2If called, like Abraham’s child, to climbThe hill of sacrifice,Some angel may be there in time;Deliverance shall arise:Or, if some darker lot be good,O, teach us to endureThe sorrow, pain, or solitude,That make the spirit pure!
2If called, like Abraham’s child, to climb
The hill of sacrifice,
Some angel may be there in time;
Deliverance shall arise:
Or, if some darker lot be good,
O, teach us to endure
The sorrow, pain, or solitude,
That make the spirit pure!
774C. M.Thou art my portion, O Lord.Psalm 119:57.Thou art my portion, O my God;Soon as I know thy way,My heart makes haste t’ obey thy word,And suffers no delay.2I choose the path of heavenly truth,And glory in my choice;Not all the riches of the earthCould make me so rejoice.3The testimonies of thy graceI set before mine eyes;Thence I derive my daily strength,And there my comfort lies.4If once I wander from thy path,I think upon my ways;Then turn my feet to thy commands,And trust thy pardoning grace.5Now I am thine, for ever thine;O, save thy servant, Lord:Thou art my shield, my hiding-place,My hope is in thy word.Watts.
C. M.
Thou art my portion, O Lord.Psalm 119:57.
Thou art my portion, O my God;Soon as I know thy way,My heart makes haste t’ obey thy word,And suffers no delay.
Thou art my portion, O my God;
Soon as I know thy way,
My heart makes haste t’ obey thy word,
And suffers no delay.
2I choose the path of heavenly truth,And glory in my choice;Not all the riches of the earthCould make me so rejoice.
2I choose the path of heavenly truth,
And glory in my choice;
Not all the riches of the earth
Could make me so rejoice.
3The testimonies of thy graceI set before mine eyes;Thence I derive my daily strength,And there my comfort lies.
3The testimonies of thy grace
I set before mine eyes;
Thence I derive my daily strength,
And there my comfort lies.
4If once I wander from thy path,I think upon my ways;Then turn my feet to thy commands,And trust thy pardoning grace.
4If once I wander from thy path,
I think upon my ways;
Then turn my feet to thy commands,
And trust thy pardoning grace.
5Now I am thine, for ever thine;O, save thy servant, Lord:Thou art my shield, my hiding-place,My hope is in thy word.
5Now I am thine, for ever thine;
O, save thy servant, Lord:
Thou art my shield, my hiding-place,
My hope is in thy word.
Watts.
775C. M. 6 lines.The spirit of a little child.Father, I know that all my lifeIs portioned out for me;The changes that will surely come,I do not fear to see:I ask thee for a present mind,Intent on pleasing thee.2I ask thee for a thoughtful love,Through constant watching wise,To meet the glad with joyful smiles,And wipe the weeping eyes;A heart at leisure from itself,To soothe and sympathize.3I would not have the restless willThat hurries to and fro,That seeks for some great thing to do,Or secret thing to know:I would be treated as a child,And guided where I go.4Wherever in the world I am,In whatsoe’er estate,I have a fellowship with hearts,To keep and cultivate;A work of lowly love to doFor him on whom I wait.A. L. Waring.
C. M. 6 lines.
The spirit of a little child.
Father, I know that all my lifeIs portioned out for me;The changes that will surely come,I do not fear to see:I ask thee for a present mind,Intent on pleasing thee.
Father, I know that all my life
Is portioned out for me;
The changes that will surely come,
I do not fear to see:
I ask thee for a present mind,
Intent on pleasing thee.
2I ask thee for a thoughtful love,Through constant watching wise,To meet the glad with joyful smiles,And wipe the weeping eyes;A heart at leisure from itself,To soothe and sympathize.
2I ask thee for a thoughtful love,
Through constant watching wise,
To meet the glad with joyful smiles,
And wipe the weeping eyes;
A heart at leisure from itself,
To soothe and sympathize.
3I would not have the restless willThat hurries to and fro,That seeks for some great thing to do,Or secret thing to know:I would be treated as a child,And guided where I go.
3I would not have the restless will
That hurries to and fro,
That seeks for some great thing to do,
Or secret thing to know:
I would be treated as a child,
And guided where I go.
4Wherever in the world I am,In whatsoe’er estate,I have a fellowship with hearts,To keep and cultivate;A work of lowly love to doFor him on whom I wait.
4Wherever in the world I am,
In whatsoe’er estate,
I have a fellowship with hearts,
To keep and cultivate;
A work of lowly love to do
For him on whom I wait.
A. L. Waring.
776C. M.Christ loved unseen.1 Peter 1:8.Jesus, these eyes have never seenThat radiant form of thine!The vail of sense hangs dark betweenThy blesséd face and mine!2I see thee not, I hear thee not,Yet art thou oft with me;And earth hath ne’er so dear a spot,As where I meet with thee.3Like some bright dream that comes unsought,When slumbers o’er me roll,Thine image ever fills my thought,And charms my ravished soul.4Yet though I have not seen, and stillMust rest in faith alone;I love thee, dearest Lord! and will,Unseen, but not unknown.5When death these mortal eyes shall seal,And still this throbbing heart,The rending vail shall thee reveal,All glorious as thou art!Ray Palmer.
C. M.
Christ loved unseen.1 Peter 1:8.
Jesus, these eyes have never seenThat radiant form of thine!The vail of sense hangs dark betweenThy blesséd face and mine!
Jesus, these eyes have never seen
That radiant form of thine!
The vail of sense hangs dark between
Thy blesséd face and mine!
2I see thee not, I hear thee not,Yet art thou oft with me;And earth hath ne’er so dear a spot,As where I meet with thee.
2I see thee not, I hear thee not,
Yet art thou oft with me;
And earth hath ne’er so dear a spot,
As where I meet with thee.
3Like some bright dream that comes unsought,When slumbers o’er me roll,Thine image ever fills my thought,And charms my ravished soul.
3Like some bright dream that comes unsought,
When slumbers o’er me roll,
Thine image ever fills my thought,
And charms my ravished soul.
4Yet though I have not seen, and stillMust rest in faith alone;I love thee, dearest Lord! and will,Unseen, but not unknown.
4Yet though I have not seen, and still
Must rest in faith alone;
I love thee, dearest Lord! and will,
Unseen, but not unknown.
5When death these mortal eyes shall seal,And still this throbbing heart,The rending vail shall thee reveal,All glorious as thou art!
5When death these mortal eyes shall seal,
And still this throbbing heart,
The rending vail shall thee reveal,
All glorious as thou art!
Ray Palmer.
777C. L. M.Job. 1:21.When I can trust my all with God,In trial’s fearful hour—Bow all resigned beneath his rod,And bless his sparing power;A joy springs up amid distress,A fountain in the wilderness.2O! to be brought to Jesus’ feet,Though trials fix me there,Is still a privilege most sweet;For he will hear my prayer;Though sighs and tears its language be,The Lord is nigh to answer me.3Then, blesséd be the hand that gave,Still blesséd when it takes;Blesséd be he who smites to save,Who heals the heart he breaks;Perfect and true are all his ways,Whom heaven adores and death obeys.Conder.
C. L. M.
Job. 1:21.
When I can trust my all with God,In trial’s fearful hour—Bow all resigned beneath his rod,And bless his sparing power;A joy springs up amid distress,A fountain in the wilderness.
When I can trust my all with God,
In trial’s fearful hour—
Bow all resigned beneath his rod,
And bless his sparing power;
A joy springs up amid distress,
A fountain in the wilderness.
2O! to be brought to Jesus’ feet,Though trials fix me there,Is still a privilege most sweet;For he will hear my prayer;Though sighs and tears its language be,The Lord is nigh to answer me.
2O! to be brought to Jesus’ feet,
Though trials fix me there,
Is still a privilege most sweet;
For he will hear my prayer;
Though sighs and tears its language be,
The Lord is nigh to answer me.
3Then, blesséd be the hand that gave,Still blesséd when it takes;Blesséd be he who smites to save,Who heals the heart he breaks;Perfect and true are all his ways,Whom heaven adores and death obeys.
3Then, blesséd be the hand that gave,
Still blesséd when it takes;
Blesséd be he who smites to save,
Who heals the heart he breaks;
Perfect and true are all his ways,
Whom heaven adores and death obeys.
Conder.
778S. M.That Rock was Christ.1 Cor. 10:4.Israel the desert trod,Sustained by power divine,While wondrous mercy marked the roadWith many a mystic sign.2When Moses gave the stroke,From Horeb’s flinty sideIssued a river, and the rockThe Hebrew’s thirst supplied.3But O! what nobler themesDoes gospel grace afford!From Calvary spring superior streams—There hung the smitten Lord!4Of every hope bereft,Sinners to Jesus go;Behold the Rock of Ages cleft,And living currents flow.5Here may our spirits bathe,Here may our joys abound!Till (passed the wilderness and death)We tread celestial ground.
S. M.
That Rock was Christ.1 Cor. 10:4.
Israel the desert trod,Sustained by power divine,While wondrous mercy marked the roadWith many a mystic sign.
Israel the desert trod,
Sustained by power divine,
While wondrous mercy marked the road
With many a mystic sign.
2When Moses gave the stroke,From Horeb’s flinty sideIssued a river, and the rockThe Hebrew’s thirst supplied.
2When Moses gave the stroke,
From Horeb’s flinty side
Issued a river, and the rock
The Hebrew’s thirst supplied.
3But O! what nobler themesDoes gospel grace afford!From Calvary spring superior streams—There hung the smitten Lord!
3But O! what nobler themes
Does gospel grace afford!
From Calvary spring superior streams—
There hung the smitten Lord!
4Of every hope bereft,Sinners to Jesus go;Behold the Rock of Ages cleft,And living currents flow.
4Of every hope bereft,
Sinners to Jesus go;
Behold the Rock of Ages cleft,
And living currents flow.
5Here may our spirits bathe,Here may our joys abound!Till (passed the wilderness and death)We tread celestial ground.
5Here may our spirits bathe,
Here may our joys abound!
Till (passed the wilderness and death)
We tread celestial ground.
779S. M.Having all in Christ.My spirit on thy care,Blest Saviour, I recline;Thou wilt not leave me to despair,For thou art love divine.2In thee I place my trust;On thee I calmly rest:I know thee good, I know thee just,And count thy choice the best.3Whate’er events betide,Thy will they all perform;Safe in thy breast my head I hide,Nor fear the coming storm.4Let good or ill befall,It must be good for me—Secure of having thee in allOf having all in thee.F. Lyte.
S. M.
Having all in Christ.
My spirit on thy care,Blest Saviour, I recline;Thou wilt not leave me to despair,For thou art love divine.
My spirit on thy care,
Blest Saviour, I recline;
Thou wilt not leave me to despair,
For thou art love divine.
2In thee I place my trust;On thee I calmly rest:I know thee good, I know thee just,And count thy choice the best.
2In thee I place my trust;
On thee I calmly rest:
I know thee good, I know thee just,
And count thy choice the best.
3Whate’er events betide,Thy will they all perform;Safe in thy breast my head I hide,Nor fear the coming storm.
3Whate’er events betide,
Thy will they all perform;
Safe in thy breast my head I hide,
Nor fear the coming storm.
4Let good or ill befall,It must be good for me—Secure of having thee in allOf having all in thee.
4Let good or ill befall,
It must be good for me—
Secure of having thee in all
Of having all in thee.
F. Lyte.
7807s.Make me like a little child.Jesus, cast a look on me!Give me true simplicity:Make me poor and keep me low,Seeking only thee to know.2All that feeds my busy pride,Cast it evermore aside:Bid my will to thine submit:Lay me humbly at thy feet.3Make me like a little child,Simple, teachable, and mild;Seeing only in thy light;Walking only in thy might!4Leaning on thy loving breast,Where a weary soul may rest;Feeling well the peace of GodFlowing from thy precious blood!Berridge.
7s.
Make me like a little child.
Jesus, cast a look on me!Give me true simplicity:Make me poor and keep me low,Seeking only thee to know.
Jesus, cast a look on me!
Give me true simplicity:
Make me poor and keep me low,
Seeking only thee to know.
2All that feeds my busy pride,Cast it evermore aside:Bid my will to thine submit:Lay me humbly at thy feet.
2All that feeds my busy pride,
Cast it evermore aside:
Bid my will to thine submit:
Lay me humbly at thy feet.
3Make me like a little child,Simple, teachable, and mild;Seeing only in thy light;Walking only in thy might!
3Make me like a little child,
Simple, teachable, and mild;
Seeing only in thy light;
Walking only in thy might!
4Leaning on thy loving breast,Where a weary soul may rest;Feeling well the peace of GodFlowing from thy precious blood!
4Leaning on thy loving breast,
Where a weary soul may rest;
Feeling well the peace of God
Flowing from thy precious blood!
Berridge.
781P. M.Thou shalt guide me with thy counsel.Psalm 73:24.My Shepherd’s mighty aid,His dear redeeming love,His all-protecting power displayed,I joy to prove.Led onward by my Guide,I tread the beauteous scene,Where tranquil waters gently glideThrough pastures green.2In error’s maze my soulShall wander now no more;His Spirit shall, with sweet control,The lost restore.My willing steps he’ll leadIn paths of righteousness;His power defend, his bounty feed,His mercy bless.3Affliction’s deepest gloomShall but his love display;He will the vale of death illumeWith living ray.I lean upon his rod,And thankfully adore;My heart shall vindicate my GodFor evermore.4His goodness ever nigh,His mercy ever free,Shall while I live, shall when I dieStill follow me.For ever shall my soulHis boundless blessings prove,And, while eternal ages roll,Adore and love.J. Roberts.
P. M.
Thou shalt guide me with thy counsel.Psalm 73:24.
My Shepherd’s mighty aid,His dear redeeming love,His all-protecting power displayed,I joy to prove.Led onward by my Guide,I tread the beauteous scene,Where tranquil waters gently glideThrough pastures green.
My Shepherd’s mighty aid,
His dear redeeming love,
His all-protecting power displayed,
I joy to prove.
Led onward by my Guide,
I tread the beauteous scene,
Where tranquil waters gently glide
Through pastures green.
2In error’s maze my soulShall wander now no more;His Spirit shall, with sweet control,The lost restore.My willing steps he’ll leadIn paths of righteousness;His power defend, his bounty feed,His mercy bless.
2In error’s maze my soul
Shall wander now no more;
His Spirit shall, with sweet control,
The lost restore.
My willing steps he’ll lead
In paths of righteousness;
His power defend, his bounty feed,
His mercy bless.
3Affliction’s deepest gloomShall but his love display;He will the vale of death illumeWith living ray.I lean upon his rod,And thankfully adore;My heart shall vindicate my GodFor evermore.
3Affliction’s deepest gloom
Shall but his love display;
He will the vale of death illume
With living ray.
I lean upon his rod,
And thankfully adore;
My heart shall vindicate my God
For evermore.
4His goodness ever nigh,His mercy ever free,Shall while I live, shall when I dieStill follow me.For ever shall my soulHis boundless blessings prove,And, while eternal ages roll,Adore and love.
4His goodness ever nigh,
His mercy ever free,
Shall while I live, shall when I die
Still follow me.
For ever shall my soul
His boundless blessings prove,
And, while eternal ages roll,
Adore and love.
J. Roberts.
7827s.The pearl of great price.’Tis religion that can giveSweetest pleasure while we live;’Tis religion must supplySolid comfort when we die.2After death, its joys will beLasting as eternity!Be the living God my friend,Then my bliss shall never end.
7s.
The pearl of great price.
’Tis religion that can giveSweetest pleasure while we live;’Tis religion must supplySolid comfort when we die.
’Tis religion that can give
Sweetest pleasure while we live;
’Tis religion must supply
Solid comfort when we die.
2After death, its joys will beLasting as eternity!Be the living God my friend,Then my bliss shall never end.
2After death, its joys will be
Lasting as eternity!
Be the living God my friend,
Then my bliss shall never end.
7838s & 7s.Except the Lord build the house.Psalm 127:1.Vainly through night’s weary hours,Keep we watch lest foes alarm;Vain our bulwarks, and our towers,But for God’s protecting arm.2Vain were all our toil and labor,Did not God that labor bless;Vain, without his grace and favor,Every talent we possess.3Vainer still the hope of heavenThat on human strength relies;But to him shall help be givenWho in humble faith applies.4Seek we, then, the Lord’s Anointed;He shall grant us peace and rest:Ne’er was suppliant disappointedWho through Christ his prayer addressed.F. Lyte.
8s & 7s.
Except the Lord build the house.Psalm 127:1.
Vainly through night’s weary hours,Keep we watch lest foes alarm;Vain our bulwarks, and our towers,But for God’s protecting arm.
Vainly through night’s weary hours,
Keep we watch lest foes alarm;
Vain our bulwarks, and our towers,
But for God’s protecting arm.
2Vain were all our toil and labor,Did not God that labor bless;Vain, without his grace and favor,Every talent we possess.
2Vain were all our toil and labor,
Did not God that labor bless;
Vain, without his grace and favor,
Every talent we possess.
3Vainer still the hope of heavenThat on human strength relies;But to him shall help be givenWho in humble faith applies.
3Vainer still the hope of heaven
That on human strength relies;
But to him shall help be given
Who in humble faith applies.
4Seek we, then, the Lord’s Anointed;He shall grant us peace and rest:Ne’er was suppliant disappointedWho through Christ his prayer addressed.
4Seek we, then, the Lord’s Anointed;
He shall grant us peace and rest:
Ne’er was suppliant disappointed
Who through Christ his prayer addressed.
F. Lyte.
7847s.1 John 4:19.Saviour! teach me, day by day,Love’s sweet lessons to obey;Sweeter lessons can not be,Loving him who first loved me.2With a child-like heart of love,At thy bidding may I move;Prompt to serve and follow thee,Loving him who first loved me.3Teach me all thy steps to trace,Strong to follow in thy grace;Learning how to love from thee,Loving him who first loved me.4Love in loving finds employ—In obedience all her joy;Ever new that joy will be,Loving him who first loved me.5Thus may I rejoice to showThat I feel the love I owe;Singing, till thy face I see,Of his love who first loved me.
7s.
1 John 4:19.
Saviour! teach me, day by day,Love’s sweet lessons to obey;Sweeter lessons can not be,Loving him who first loved me.
Saviour! teach me, day by day,
Love’s sweet lessons to obey;
Sweeter lessons can not be,
Loving him who first loved me.
2With a child-like heart of love,At thy bidding may I move;Prompt to serve and follow thee,Loving him who first loved me.
2With a child-like heart of love,
At thy bidding may I move;
Prompt to serve and follow thee,
Loving him who first loved me.
3Teach me all thy steps to trace,Strong to follow in thy grace;Learning how to love from thee,Loving him who first loved me.
3Teach me all thy steps to trace,
Strong to follow in thy grace;
Learning how to love from thee,
Loving him who first loved me.
4Love in loving finds employ—In obedience all her joy;Ever new that joy will be,Loving him who first loved me.
4Love in loving finds employ—
In obedience all her joy;
Ever new that joy will be,
Loving him who first loved me.
5Thus may I rejoice to showThat I feel the love I owe;Singing, till thy face I see,Of his love who first loved me.
5Thus may I rejoice to show
That I feel the love I owe;
Singing, till thy face I see,
Of his love who first loved me.
7857s & 6s.I will fear no evil.Psalm 23:4.In heavenly love abiding,No change my heart shall fear;And safe is such confiding,For nothing changes here.The storm may roar without me,My heart may low be laid,But God is round about me,And can I be dismayed?2Wherever he may guide me,No want shall turn me back:My Shepherd is beside me,And nothing can I lack.His wisdom ever waketh,His sight is never dim;He knows the way he taketh,And I will walk with him.3Green pastures are before me,Which yet I have not seen;Bright skies will soon be o’er me,Where the dark clouds have been.My hope I can not measure,My path to life is free,My Saviour has my treasure,And he will walk with me.
7s & 6s.
I will fear no evil.Psalm 23:4.
In heavenly love abiding,No change my heart shall fear;And safe is such confiding,For nothing changes here.The storm may roar without me,My heart may low be laid,But God is round about me,And can I be dismayed?
In heavenly love abiding,
No change my heart shall fear;
And safe is such confiding,
For nothing changes here.
The storm may roar without me,
My heart may low be laid,
But God is round about me,
And can I be dismayed?
2Wherever he may guide me,No want shall turn me back:My Shepherd is beside me,And nothing can I lack.His wisdom ever waketh,His sight is never dim;He knows the way he taketh,And I will walk with him.
2Wherever he may guide me,
No want shall turn me back:
My Shepherd is beside me,
And nothing can I lack.
His wisdom ever waketh,
His sight is never dim;
He knows the way he taketh,
And I will walk with him.
3Green pastures are before me,Which yet I have not seen;Bright skies will soon be o’er me,Where the dark clouds have been.My hope I can not measure,My path to life is free,My Saviour has my treasure,And he will walk with me.
3Green pastures are before me,
Which yet I have not seen;
Bright skies will soon be o’er me,
Where the dark clouds have been.
My hope I can not measure,
My path to life is free,
My Saviour has my treasure,
And he will walk with me.
7866s & 4s.Be thou my strong Rock.Psalm 31:2.O strong to save and bless,My Rock and Righteousness,Draw near to me;Blessing, and joy, and might,Wisdom, and love, and light,Are all with thee.2My Refuge and my Rest,As child on mother’s breastI lean on thee;From faintness and from fear,When foes and ill are near,Deliver me.3O, answer me, my God;Thy love is deep and broad,Thy grace is true;Thousands this grace have shared;O, letmenow be heard,O, loveme, too.Bonar.
6s & 4s.
Be thou my strong Rock.Psalm 31:2.
O strong to save and bless,My Rock and Righteousness,Draw near to me;Blessing, and joy, and might,Wisdom, and love, and light,Are all with thee.
O strong to save and bless,
My Rock and Righteousness,
Draw near to me;
Blessing, and joy, and might,
Wisdom, and love, and light,
Are all with thee.
2My Refuge and my Rest,As child on mother’s breastI lean on thee;From faintness and from fear,When foes and ill are near,Deliver me.
2My Refuge and my Rest,
As child on mother’s breast
I lean on thee;
From faintness and from fear,
When foes and ill are near,
Deliver me.
3O, answer me, my God;Thy love is deep and broad,Thy grace is true;Thousands this grace have shared;O, letmenow be heard,O, loveme, too.
3O, answer me, my God;
Thy love is deep and broad,
Thy grace is true;
Thousands this grace have shared;
O, letmenow be heard,
O, loveme, too.
Bonar.
787P. M.It is well.2 Kings 4:26.Through the love of God our Saviour,All will be well:Free and changeless is his favor;All, all is well:Precious is the blood that healed us;Perfect is the grace that sealed us;Strong the hand stretched out to shield us;All must be well;2Though we pass through tribulation,All will be well:Ours is such a full salvation;All, all is well:Happy, still in God confiding,Fruitful, if in Christ abiding,Holy, through the Spirit’s guiding,All must be well.3We expect a bright to-morrow;All will be well;Faith can sing through days of sorrow,All, all is well;On our Father’s love relying,Jesus every need supplying,Or in living, or in dying,All must be well.
P. M.
It is well.2 Kings 4:26.
Through the love of God our Saviour,All will be well:Free and changeless is his favor;All, all is well:Precious is the blood that healed us;Perfect is the grace that sealed us;Strong the hand stretched out to shield us;All must be well;
Through the love of God our Saviour,
All will be well:
Free and changeless is his favor;
All, all is well:
Precious is the blood that healed us;
Perfect is the grace that sealed us;
Strong the hand stretched out to shield us;
All must be well;
2Though we pass through tribulation,All will be well:Ours is such a full salvation;All, all is well:Happy, still in God confiding,Fruitful, if in Christ abiding,Holy, through the Spirit’s guiding,All must be well.
2Though we pass through tribulation,
All will be well:
Ours is such a full salvation;
All, all is well:
Happy, still in God confiding,
Fruitful, if in Christ abiding,
Holy, through the Spirit’s guiding,
All must be well.
3We expect a bright to-morrow;All will be well;Faith can sing through days of sorrow,All, all is well;On our Father’s love relying,Jesus every need supplying,Or in living, or in dying,All must be well.
3We expect a bright to-morrow;
All will be well;
Faith can sing through days of sorrow,
All, all is well;
On our Father’s love relying,
Jesus every need supplying,
Or in living, or in dying,
All must be well.
7884s & 6s.Trust in God amid perils.In time of fear,When trouble’s near,I look to thine abode;Though helpers fail,And foes prevail,I’ll put my trust in God.2And what is lifeBut toil and strife?What terror has the grave?Thine arm of power,In peril’s hour,The trembling soul will save.3In darkest skies,Though storms arise,I will not be dismayed:O God of light,And boundless might,My soul on thee is stayed!Hastings.
4s & 6s.
Trust in God amid perils.
In time of fear,When trouble’s near,I look to thine abode;Though helpers fail,And foes prevail,I’ll put my trust in God.
In time of fear,
When trouble’s near,
I look to thine abode;
Though helpers fail,
And foes prevail,
I’ll put my trust in God.
2And what is lifeBut toil and strife?What terror has the grave?Thine arm of power,In peril’s hour,The trembling soul will save.
2And what is life
But toil and strife?
What terror has the grave?
Thine arm of power,
In peril’s hour,
The trembling soul will save.
3In darkest skies,Though storms arise,I will not be dismayed:O God of light,And boundless might,My soul on thee is stayed!
3In darkest skies,
Though storms arise,
I will not be dismayed:
O God of light,
And boundless might,
My soul on thee is stayed!
Hastings.
78911s.Acquaint now thyself with him.Job. 22:21.Acquaint thee, O mortal, acquaint thee with God,And joy, like the sunshine, shall beam on thy road;And peace, like the dewdrop, shall fall on thy head,And sleep, like an angel, shall visit thy bed.2Acquaint thee, O mortal, acquaint thee with God;And he shall be with thee when fears are abroad;Thy safeguard in danger that threatens thy path;Thy joy in the valley and shadow of death.Knox.
11s.
Acquaint now thyself with him.Job. 22:21.
Acquaint thee, O mortal, acquaint thee with God,And joy, like the sunshine, shall beam on thy road;And peace, like the dewdrop, shall fall on thy head,And sleep, like an angel, shall visit thy bed.
Acquaint thee, O mortal, acquaint thee with God,
And joy, like the sunshine, shall beam on thy road;
And peace, like the dewdrop, shall fall on thy head,
And sleep, like an angel, shall visit thy bed.
2Acquaint thee, O mortal, acquaint thee with God;And he shall be with thee when fears are abroad;Thy safeguard in danger that threatens thy path;Thy joy in the valley and shadow of death.
2Acquaint thee, O mortal, acquaint thee with God;
And he shall be with thee when fears are abroad;
Thy safeguard in danger that threatens thy path;
Thy joy in the valley and shadow of death.
Knox.
79011s.Heb. 12:2.O eyes that are weary, and hearts that are sore,Look off unto Jesus; now sorrow no more:The light of his countenance shineth so bright,That here, as in heaven, there need be no night.2While looking to Jesus, my heart can not fear;I tremble no more when I see Jesus near;I know that his presence my safeguard will be,For, “Why are you troubled?” he saith unto me.3Still looking to Jesus, O, may I be found,When Jordan’s dark waters encompass me round:They bear me away in his presence to be;I see him still nearer whom always I see.4Then, then shall I know the full beauty and graceOf Jesus, my Lord, when I stand face to face;Shall know how his love went before me each day,And wonder that ever my eyes turned away.
11s.
Heb. 12:2.
O eyes that are weary, and hearts that are sore,Look off unto Jesus; now sorrow no more:The light of his countenance shineth so bright,That here, as in heaven, there need be no night.
O eyes that are weary, and hearts that are sore,
Look off unto Jesus; now sorrow no more:
The light of his countenance shineth so bright,
That here, as in heaven, there need be no night.
2While looking to Jesus, my heart can not fear;I tremble no more when I see Jesus near;I know that his presence my safeguard will be,For, “Why are you troubled?” he saith unto me.
2While looking to Jesus, my heart can not fear;
I tremble no more when I see Jesus near;
I know that his presence my safeguard will be,
For, “Why are you troubled?” he saith unto me.
3Still looking to Jesus, O, may I be found,When Jordan’s dark waters encompass me round:They bear me away in his presence to be;I see him still nearer whom always I see.
3Still looking to Jesus, O, may I be found,
When Jordan’s dark waters encompass me round:
They bear me away in his presence to be;
I see him still nearer whom always I see.
4Then, then shall I know the full beauty and graceOf Jesus, my Lord, when I stand face to face;Shall know how his love went before me each day,And wonder that ever my eyes turned away.
4Then, then shall I know the full beauty and grace
Of Jesus, my Lord, when I stand face to face;
Shall know how his love went before me each day,
And wonder that ever my eyes turned away.
79110s.Complete in Christ.Long did I toil, and knew no earthly rest;Far did I rove, and found no certain home;At last I sought them in his sheltering breast,Who opes his arms, and bids the weary come:With him I found a home, a rest divine;And I since then am his, and he is mine.2Yes! he is mine! and nought of earthly things,Not all the charms of pleasure, wealth, or power,The fame of heroes, or the pomp of kings,Could tempt me to forego his love an hour.Go, worthless world, I cry, with all that’s thine!Go! I my Saviour’s am, and he is mine.3The good I have is from his stores supplied;The ill is only what he deems the best;He for my Friend, I’m rich with nought beside;And poor without him, though of all possest:Changes may come; I take, or I resign;Content, while I am his, while he is mine.
10s.
Complete in Christ.
Long did I toil, and knew no earthly rest;Far did I rove, and found no certain home;At last I sought them in his sheltering breast,Who opes his arms, and bids the weary come:With him I found a home, a rest divine;And I since then am his, and he is mine.
Long did I toil, and knew no earthly rest;
Far did I rove, and found no certain home;
At last I sought them in his sheltering breast,
Who opes his arms, and bids the weary come:
With him I found a home, a rest divine;
And I since then am his, and he is mine.
2Yes! he is mine! and nought of earthly things,Not all the charms of pleasure, wealth, or power,The fame of heroes, or the pomp of kings,Could tempt me to forego his love an hour.Go, worthless world, I cry, with all that’s thine!Go! I my Saviour’s am, and he is mine.
2Yes! he is mine! and nought of earthly things,
Not all the charms of pleasure, wealth, or power,
The fame of heroes, or the pomp of kings,
Could tempt me to forego his love an hour.
Go, worthless world, I cry, with all that’s thine!
Go! I my Saviour’s am, and he is mine.
3The good I have is from his stores supplied;The ill is only what he deems the best;He for my Friend, I’m rich with nought beside;And poor without him, though of all possest:Changes may come; I take, or I resign;Content, while I am his, while he is mine.
3The good I have is from his stores supplied;
The ill is only what he deems the best;
He for my Friend, I’m rich with nought beside;
And poor without him, though of all possest:
Changes may come; I take, or I resign;
Content, while I am his, while he is mine.
79211s.Precious promises.How firm a foundation, you saints of the Lord,Is laid for your faith in his excellent word!What more can he say than to you he has said,You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled?2In every condition, in sickness, in health,In poverty’s vale, or abounding in wealth;At home and abroad, on the land, on the sea,As your days may demand, so your succor shall be.3Fear not—I am with you; O be not dismayed!I, I am your God, and will still give you aid;I’ll strengthen you, help you, and cause you to stand,Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand.4When through the deep waters I cause you to go,The rivers of sorrow shall not you o’erflow;For I will be with you, your troubles to bless,And sanctify to you your deepest distress.5When through fiery trials your pathway shall lie,My grace, all-sufficient, shall be your supply:The flame shall not hurt you: I only designYour dross to consume, and your gold to refine.6E’en down to old age all my people shall proveMy sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love;And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn,Like lambs they shall still in my bosom be borne.7The soul that on Jesus has leaned for repose,I will not, I can not, desert to his foes;That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,I’ll never—no, never—no, never forsake!Kirkham.
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Precious promises.
How firm a foundation, you saints of the Lord,Is laid for your faith in his excellent word!What more can he say than to you he has said,You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled?
How firm a foundation, you saints of the Lord,
Is laid for your faith in his excellent word!
What more can he say than to you he has said,
You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled?
2In every condition, in sickness, in health,In poverty’s vale, or abounding in wealth;At home and abroad, on the land, on the sea,As your days may demand, so your succor shall be.
2In every condition, in sickness, in health,
In poverty’s vale, or abounding in wealth;
At home and abroad, on the land, on the sea,
As your days may demand, so your succor shall be.
3Fear not—I am with you; O be not dismayed!I, I am your God, and will still give you aid;I’ll strengthen you, help you, and cause you to stand,Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand.
3Fear not—I am with you; O be not dismayed!
I, I am your God, and will still give you aid;
I’ll strengthen you, help you, and cause you to stand,
Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand.
4When through the deep waters I cause you to go,The rivers of sorrow shall not you o’erflow;For I will be with you, your troubles to bless,And sanctify to you your deepest distress.
4When through the deep waters I cause you to go,
The rivers of sorrow shall not you o’erflow;
For I will be with you, your troubles to bless,
And sanctify to you your deepest distress.
5When through fiery trials your pathway shall lie,My grace, all-sufficient, shall be your supply:The flame shall not hurt you: I only designYour dross to consume, and your gold to refine.
5When through fiery trials your pathway shall lie,
My grace, all-sufficient, shall be your supply:
The flame shall not hurt you: I only design
Your dross to consume, and your gold to refine.
6E’en down to old age all my people shall proveMy sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love;And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn,Like lambs they shall still in my bosom be borne.
6E’en down to old age all my people shall prove
My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love;
And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn,
Like lambs they shall still in my bosom be borne.
7The soul that on Jesus has leaned for repose,I will not, I can not, desert to his foes;That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,I’ll never—no, never—no, never forsake!
7The soul that on Jesus has leaned for repose,
I will not, I can not, desert to his foes;
That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,
I’ll never—no, never—no, never forsake!
Kirkham.
79310s.Rejoicing in hope.Rom. 12:12.Joyfully, joyfully, onward I move,Bound to the land of bright spirits above;Angelic choristers, sing as I come—Joyfully, joyfully, haste to thy home!Soon, with my pilgrimage ended below,Home to the land of bright spirits I go;Pilgrim and stranger, no more shall I roam:Joyfully, joyfully, resting at home.2Friends fondly cherished, but passed on before;Waiting, they watch me approaching the shore;Singing to cheer me through death’s chilling gloom:Joyfully, joyfully, haste to thy home.Sounds of sweet melody full on my ear;Harps of the blesséd, your voices I hear!Rings with the harmony heaven’s high dome—Joyfully, joyfully, haste to thy home.3Death, with thy weapons of war lay me low,Strike, king of terrors! I fear not the blow;Jesus hath broken the bars of the tomb!Joyfully, joyfully, will I go home.Bright will the morn of eternity dawn;Death shall be banished, his scepter be gone;Joyfully, then, shall I witness his doom,Joyfully, joyfully, safely at home.
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Rejoicing in hope.Rom. 12:12.
Joyfully, joyfully, onward I move,Bound to the land of bright spirits above;Angelic choristers, sing as I come—Joyfully, joyfully, haste to thy home!Soon, with my pilgrimage ended below,Home to the land of bright spirits I go;Pilgrim and stranger, no more shall I roam:Joyfully, joyfully, resting at home.
Joyfully, joyfully, onward I move,
Bound to the land of bright spirits above;
Angelic choristers, sing as I come—
Joyfully, joyfully, haste to thy home!
Soon, with my pilgrimage ended below,
Home to the land of bright spirits I go;
Pilgrim and stranger, no more shall I roam:
Joyfully, joyfully, resting at home.
2Friends fondly cherished, but passed on before;Waiting, they watch me approaching the shore;Singing to cheer me through death’s chilling gloom:Joyfully, joyfully, haste to thy home.Sounds of sweet melody full on my ear;Harps of the blesséd, your voices I hear!Rings with the harmony heaven’s high dome—Joyfully, joyfully, haste to thy home.
2Friends fondly cherished, but passed on before;
Waiting, they watch me approaching the shore;
Singing to cheer me through death’s chilling gloom:
Joyfully, joyfully, haste to thy home.
Sounds of sweet melody full on my ear;
Harps of the blesséd, your voices I hear!
Rings with the harmony heaven’s high dome—
Joyfully, joyfully, haste to thy home.
3Death, with thy weapons of war lay me low,Strike, king of terrors! I fear not the blow;Jesus hath broken the bars of the tomb!Joyfully, joyfully, will I go home.Bright will the morn of eternity dawn;Death shall be banished, his scepter be gone;Joyfully, then, shall I witness his doom,Joyfully, joyfully, safely at home.
3Death, with thy weapons of war lay me low,
Strike, king of terrors! I fear not the blow;
Jesus hath broken the bars of the tomb!
Joyfully, joyfully, will I go home.
Bright will the morn of eternity dawn;
Death shall be banished, his scepter be gone;
Joyfully, then, shall I witness his doom,
Joyfully, joyfully, safely at home.
794P. M.Behold the fowls of the air.Matt. 6:26.The child leans on its parent’s breast,Leaves there its cares, and is at rest;The bird sits singing by his nest,And tells aloudHis trust in God, and so is blest’Neath every cloud.2He has no store, he sows no seed;Yet sings aloud, and doth not heed;By flowing stream or grassy mead,He sings to shameMen, who forget, in fear of need,A Father’s name.3The heart that trusts for ever sings,And feels as light as it had wings;A well of peace within it springs:Come good or ill,Whate’er to-day, to-morrow brings,It is his will!I. Williams.
P. M.
Behold the fowls of the air.Matt. 6:26.
The child leans on its parent’s breast,Leaves there its cares, and is at rest;The bird sits singing by his nest,And tells aloudHis trust in God, and so is blest’Neath every cloud.
The child leans on its parent’s breast,
Leaves there its cares, and is at rest;
The bird sits singing by his nest,
And tells aloud
His trust in God, and so is blest
’Neath every cloud.
2He has no store, he sows no seed;Yet sings aloud, and doth not heed;By flowing stream or grassy mead,He sings to shameMen, who forget, in fear of need,A Father’s name.
2He has no store, he sows no seed;
Yet sings aloud, and doth not heed;
By flowing stream or grassy mead,
He sings to shame
Men, who forget, in fear of need,
A Father’s name.
3The heart that trusts for ever sings,And feels as light as it had wings;A well of peace within it springs:Come good or ill,Whate’er to-day, to-morrow brings,It is his will!
3The heart that trusts for ever sings,
And feels as light as it had wings;
A well of peace within it springs:
Come good or ill,
Whate’er to-day, to-morrow brings,
It is his will!
I. Williams.
795C. P. M.Matthew 14:28, 29.He bids us come; his voice we know,And boldly on the waters go,To him our Christ and Lord;We walk on life’s tempestuous sea,For he who died to set us freeHath called us by his word.2Secure from troubled waves we tread,Nor all the storms around us heed,While to our Lord we look;O’er every fierce temptation bound—The billows yield a solid ground,The wave is firm as rock.3But if from him we turn our eye,And see the raging floods run high,And feel our fears within;Our foes so strong, our flesh so frail,Reason and unbelief prevail,And sink us into sin.4Lord, we our feeble faith confess;That little spark of faith increase,That we may doubt no more;But fix on thee our steady eye,And on thine outstretched arm rely,Till all the storm is o’er.
C. P. M.
Matthew 14:28, 29.
He bids us come; his voice we know,And boldly on the waters go,To him our Christ and Lord;We walk on life’s tempestuous sea,For he who died to set us freeHath called us by his word.
He bids us come; his voice we know,
And boldly on the waters go,
To him our Christ and Lord;
We walk on life’s tempestuous sea,
For he who died to set us free
Hath called us by his word.
2Secure from troubled waves we tread,Nor all the storms around us heed,While to our Lord we look;O’er every fierce temptation bound—The billows yield a solid ground,The wave is firm as rock.
2Secure from troubled waves we tread,
Nor all the storms around us heed,
While to our Lord we look;
O’er every fierce temptation bound—
The billows yield a solid ground,
The wave is firm as rock.
3But if from him we turn our eye,And see the raging floods run high,And feel our fears within;Our foes so strong, our flesh so frail,Reason and unbelief prevail,And sink us into sin.
3But if from him we turn our eye,
And see the raging floods run high,
And feel our fears within;
Our foes so strong, our flesh so frail,
Reason and unbelief prevail,
And sink us into sin.
4Lord, we our feeble faith confess;That little spark of faith increase,That we may doubt no more;But fix on thee our steady eye,And on thine outstretched arm rely,Till all the storm is o’er.
4Lord, we our feeble faith confess;
That little spark of faith increase,
That we may doubt no more;
But fix on thee our steady eye,
And on thine outstretched arm rely,
Till all the storm is o’er.
796P. M.Rest, weary heart.Rest, weary heart,From all thy silent griefs, and secret pain,Thy profitless regrets, and longings vain;Wisdom and love have ordered all the past,All shall be blessedness and light at last;Cast off the cares that have so long opprest;Rest, sweetly rest!2Rest, weary head!Lie down to slumber in the peaceful tomb;Light from above has broken through its gloom;Here, in the place where once thy Saviour lay,Where he shall wake thee on a future day,Like a tired child upon its mother’s breast,Rest, sweetly rest!3Rest, spirit free!In the green pastures of the heavenly shore,Where sin and sorrow can approach no more;With all the flock by the Good Shepherd fed,Beside the streams of life eternal led,For ever with thy God and Saviour blest,Rest, sweetly rest!
P. M.
Rest, weary heart.
Rest, weary heart,From all thy silent griefs, and secret pain,Thy profitless regrets, and longings vain;Wisdom and love have ordered all the past,All shall be blessedness and light at last;Cast off the cares that have so long opprest;Rest, sweetly rest!
Rest, weary heart,
From all thy silent griefs, and secret pain,
Thy profitless regrets, and longings vain;
Wisdom and love have ordered all the past,
All shall be blessedness and light at last;
Cast off the cares that have so long opprest;
Rest, sweetly rest!
2Rest, weary head!Lie down to slumber in the peaceful tomb;Light from above has broken through its gloom;Here, in the place where once thy Saviour lay,Where he shall wake thee on a future day,Like a tired child upon its mother’s breast,Rest, sweetly rest!
2Rest, weary head!
Lie down to slumber in the peaceful tomb;
Light from above has broken through its gloom;
Here, in the place where once thy Saviour lay,
Where he shall wake thee on a future day,
Like a tired child upon its mother’s breast,
Rest, sweetly rest!
3Rest, spirit free!In the green pastures of the heavenly shore,Where sin and sorrow can approach no more;With all the flock by the Good Shepherd fed,Beside the streams of life eternal led,For ever with thy God and Saviour blest,Rest, sweetly rest!
3Rest, spirit free!
In the green pastures of the heavenly shore,
Where sin and sorrow can approach no more;
With all the flock by the Good Shepherd fed,
Beside the streams of life eternal led,
For ever with thy God and Saviour blest,
Rest, sweetly rest!
797P. M.The bright and morning star.Rev. 22:16.Star of morn and even,Sun of Heaven’s heaven,Saviour high and dear,Toward us turn thine ear;Through whate’er may come,Thou canst lead us home.2Though the gloom be grievous,Those we leant on leave us,Though the coward heartQuit its proper part,Though the tempter come,Thou wilt lead us home.3Saviour pure and holy,Lover of the lowly,Sign us with thy sign,Take our hands in thine;Take our hands and come,Lead thy children home!4Star of morn and even,Shine on us from heaven;From thy glory-throneHear thy very own!Lord and Saviour, come,Lead us to our home!F. T. Palgrave.
P. M.
The bright and morning star.Rev. 22:16.
Star of morn and even,Sun of Heaven’s heaven,Saviour high and dear,Toward us turn thine ear;Through whate’er may come,Thou canst lead us home.
Star of morn and even,
Sun of Heaven’s heaven,
Saviour high and dear,
Toward us turn thine ear;
Through whate’er may come,
Thou canst lead us home.
2Though the gloom be grievous,Those we leant on leave us,Though the coward heartQuit its proper part,Though the tempter come,Thou wilt lead us home.
2Though the gloom be grievous,
Those we leant on leave us,
Though the coward heart
Quit its proper part,
Though the tempter come,
Thou wilt lead us home.
3Saviour pure and holy,Lover of the lowly,Sign us with thy sign,Take our hands in thine;Take our hands and come,Lead thy children home!
3Saviour pure and holy,
Lover of the lowly,
Sign us with thy sign,
Take our hands in thine;
Take our hands and come,
Lead thy children home!
4Star of morn and even,Shine on us from heaven;From thy glory-throneHear thy very own!Lord and Saviour, come,Lead us to our home!
4Star of morn and even,
Shine on us from heaven;
From thy glory-throne
Hear thy very own!
Lord and Saviour, come,
Lead us to our home!
F. T. Palgrave.
798P. M.I will not let thee go.I will not let thee go; thou help in time of need,Heap ill on ill,I trust thee still,E’en when it seems as thou wouldst slay indeed!Do as thou wilt with me,I yet will cling to thee,Hide thou thy face; yet, help in time of need,I will not let thee go!2I will not let thee go; should I forsake my bliss?No, Lord, thou’rt mine,And I am thine:Thee will I hold when all things else I miss;Though dark and sad the night,Joy cometh with thy light,O thou my Sun; should I forsake my bliss?I will not let thee go!3I will not let thee go, my God, my Life, my Lord!Not death can tearMe from his care,Who for my sake his soul in death outpoured.Thou diedst for love to me,I say in love to thee,E’en when my heart shall break, my God, my Life, my Lord,I will not let thee go!Desyler.
P. M.
I will not let thee go.
I will not let thee go; thou help in time of need,Heap ill on ill,I trust thee still,E’en when it seems as thou wouldst slay indeed!Do as thou wilt with me,I yet will cling to thee,Hide thou thy face; yet, help in time of need,I will not let thee go!
I will not let thee go; thou help in time of need,
Heap ill on ill,
I trust thee still,
E’en when it seems as thou wouldst slay indeed!
Do as thou wilt with me,
I yet will cling to thee,
Hide thou thy face; yet, help in time of need,
I will not let thee go!
2I will not let thee go; should I forsake my bliss?No, Lord, thou’rt mine,And I am thine:Thee will I hold when all things else I miss;Though dark and sad the night,Joy cometh with thy light,O thou my Sun; should I forsake my bliss?I will not let thee go!
2I will not let thee go; should I forsake my bliss?
No, Lord, thou’rt mine,
And I am thine:
Thee will I hold when all things else I miss;
Though dark and sad the night,
Joy cometh with thy light,
O thou my Sun; should I forsake my bliss?
I will not let thee go!
3I will not let thee go, my God, my Life, my Lord!Not death can tearMe from his care,Who for my sake his soul in death outpoured.Thou diedst for love to me,I say in love to thee,E’en when my heart shall break, my God, my Life, my Lord,I will not let thee go!
3I will not let thee go, my God, my Life, my Lord!
Not death can tear
Me from his care,
Who for my sake his soul in death outpoured.
Thou diedst for love to me,
I say in love to thee,
E’en when my heart shall break, my God, my Life, my Lord,
I will not let thee go!
Desyler.
7997s, peculiar.They shall never perish.John 10:28.Now as long as here I roam,On this earth have house and home,Shall the light of love from theeShine through all my memory,To my God I yet will cling,All my life the praises singThat from thankful hearts outspring.2Every sorrow, every smart,That the Father’s loving heartHath appointed me of yore,Or hath yet for me in store,As my life flows on I’ll takeCalmly, gladly for his sake,No more faithless murmurs make.3I will meet distress and pain,I will greet e’en death’s dark reign,I will lay me in the grave,With a heart still glad and brave,Whom the strongest doth defend,Whom the highest counts his friend,Can not perish in the end.Gerhardt.
7s, peculiar.
They shall never perish.John 10:28.
Now as long as here I roam,On this earth have house and home,Shall the light of love from theeShine through all my memory,To my God I yet will cling,All my life the praises singThat from thankful hearts outspring.
Now as long as here I roam,
On this earth have house and home,
Shall the light of love from thee
Shine through all my memory,
To my God I yet will cling,
All my life the praises sing
That from thankful hearts outspring.
2Every sorrow, every smart,That the Father’s loving heartHath appointed me of yore,Or hath yet for me in store,As my life flows on I’ll takeCalmly, gladly for his sake,No more faithless murmurs make.
2Every sorrow, every smart,
That the Father’s loving heart
Hath appointed me of yore,
Or hath yet for me in store,
As my life flows on I’ll take
Calmly, gladly for his sake,
No more faithless murmurs make.
3I will meet distress and pain,I will greet e’en death’s dark reign,I will lay me in the grave,With a heart still glad and brave,Whom the strongest doth defend,Whom the highest counts his friend,Can not perish in the end.
3I will meet distress and pain,
I will greet e’en death’s dark reign,
I will lay me in the grave,
With a heart still glad and brave,
Whom the strongest doth defend,
Whom the highest counts his friend,
Can not perish in the end.
Gerhardt.
800P. M.The shining shore.My days are gliding swiftly by,And I a pilgrim stranger,Would not detain them as they fly—Those hours of toil and danger.CHORUS.For O! we stand on Jordan’s strand,Our friends are passing over;And just before, the shining shoreWe may almost discover.2We’ll gird our loins, my brethren dear,Our distant home discerning;Our absent Lord has left us word,Let every lamp be burning.3Should coming days be cold and dark,We need not cease our singing;That perfect rest nought can molest,Where golden harps are ringing.4Let sorrow’s rudest tempest blow,Each cord on earth to sever;Our King says, “Come,” and there’s our home,For ever, O! for ever.Nelson.
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The shining shore.
My days are gliding swiftly by,And I a pilgrim stranger,Would not detain them as they fly—Those hours of toil and danger.CHORUS.For O! we stand on Jordan’s strand,Our friends are passing over;And just before, the shining shoreWe may almost discover.
My days are gliding swiftly by,
And I a pilgrim stranger,
Would not detain them as they fly—
Those hours of toil and danger.
CHORUS.
For O! we stand on Jordan’s strand,
Our friends are passing over;
And just before, the shining shore
We may almost discover.
2We’ll gird our loins, my brethren dear,Our distant home discerning;Our absent Lord has left us word,Let every lamp be burning.
2We’ll gird our loins, my brethren dear,
Our distant home discerning;
Our absent Lord has left us word,
Let every lamp be burning.
3Should coming days be cold and dark,We need not cease our singing;That perfect rest nought can molest,Where golden harps are ringing.
3Should coming days be cold and dark,
We need not cease our singing;
That perfect rest nought can molest,
Where golden harps are ringing.
4Let sorrow’s rudest tempest blow,Each cord on earth to sever;Our King says, “Come,” and there’s our home,For ever, O! for ever.
4Let sorrow’s rudest tempest blow,
Each cord on earth to sever;
Our King says, “Come,” and there’s our home,
For ever, O! for ever.
Nelson.
801P. M.Still will we trust.Still will we trust, tho’ earth seem dark and dreary,And the heart faint beneath his chastening rod;Though rough and steep our pathway, worn and weary,Still will we trust in God!2Our eyes see dimly till by faith anointed,And our blind choosing brings us grief and pain;Through him alone who hath our way appointed,We find our peace again.3Choose for us, God! nor let our weak preferringCheat our poor souls of good thou hast designed;Choose for us, God! thy wisdom is unerring,And we are fools and blind.4So from our sky, the night shall furl her shadows,And day pour gladness through his golden gates;Our rough path leads to flower-enameled meadowsWhere joy our coming waits.5Let us press on in patient self-denial,Accept the hardship, shrinking not from loss—Our guerdon lies beyond the hour of trial;Our crown, beyond the Cross.W. H. Burleigh.
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Still will we trust.
Still will we trust, tho’ earth seem dark and dreary,And the heart faint beneath his chastening rod;Though rough and steep our pathway, worn and weary,Still will we trust in God!
Still will we trust, tho’ earth seem dark and dreary,
And the heart faint beneath his chastening rod;
Though rough and steep our pathway, worn and weary,
Still will we trust in God!
2Our eyes see dimly till by faith anointed,And our blind choosing brings us grief and pain;Through him alone who hath our way appointed,We find our peace again.
2Our eyes see dimly till by faith anointed,
And our blind choosing brings us grief and pain;
Through him alone who hath our way appointed,
We find our peace again.
3Choose for us, God! nor let our weak preferringCheat our poor souls of good thou hast designed;Choose for us, God! thy wisdom is unerring,And we are fools and blind.
3Choose for us, God! nor let our weak preferring
Cheat our poor souls of good thou hast designed;
Choose for us, God! thy wisdom is unerring,
And we are fools and blind.
4So from our sky, the night shall furl her shadows,And day pour gladness through his golden gates;Our rough path leads to flower-enameled meadowsWhere joy our coming waits.
4So from our sky, the night shall furl her shadows,
And day pour gladness through his golden gates;
Our rough path leads to flower-enameled meadows
Where joy our coming waits.
5Let us press on in patient self-denial,Accept the hardship, shrinking not from loss—Our guerdon lies beyond the hour of trial;Our crown, beyond the Cross.
5Let us press on in patient self-denial,
Accept the hardship, shrinking not from loss—
Our guerdon lies beyond the hour of trial;
Our crown, beyond the Cross.
W. H. Burleigh.
802P. M.God doth not leave his own.God doth not leave his own!The night of weeping for a time may last;Then, tears all past,His going forth shall as the morning shine;The sunrise of his favors shall be thine—God doth not leave his own.2God doth not leave his own!Though “few and evil” all their days appear,Though grief and fearCome in the train of earth and hell’s dark crowd,The trusting heart says, even in the cloud,God doth not leave his own.3God doth not leave his own!This sorrow in their life he doth permit,Yea, useth itTo speed his children on their heavenward way.He guides the winds—Faith, Hope and Love all sayGod doth not leave his own.
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God doth not leave his own.
God doth not leave his own!The night of weeping for a time may last;Then, tears all past,His going forth shall as the morning shine;The sunrise of his favors shall be thine—God doth not leave his own.
God doth not leave his own!
The night of weeping for a time may last;
Then, tears all past,
His going forth shall as the morning shine;
The sunrise of his favors shall be thine—
God doth not leave his own.
2God doth not leave his own!Though “few and evil” all their days appear,Though grief and fearCome in the train of earth and hell’s dark crowd,The trusting heart says, even in the cloud,God doth not leave his own.
2God doth not leave his own!
Though “few and evil” all their days appear,
Though grief and fear
Come in the train of earth and hell’s dark crowd,
The trusting heart says, even in the cloud,
God doth not leave his own.
3God doth not leave his own!This sorrow in their life he doth permit,Yea, useth itTo speed his children on their heavenward way.He guides the winds—Faith, Hope and Love all sayGod doth not leave his own.
3God doth not leave his own!
This sorrow in their life he doth permit,
Yea, useth it
To speed his children on their heavenward way.
He guides the winds—Faith, Hope and Love all say
God doth not leave his own.
8038s & 4s.Trust.I know not if or dark or brightShall be my lot;If that wherein my hopes delightBe best, or not.2It may be mine to drag for yearsToil’s heavy chain;Or day and night my meat be tearsOn bed of pain.3Dear faces may surround my hearthWith smiles and glee;Or I may dwell alone, and mirthBe strange to me.4My bark is wafted to the strandBy breath divine;And on the helm there rests a handOther than mine.5One who has known in storms to sailI have on board;Above the raving of the galeI hear my Lord.
8s & 4s.
Trust.
I know not if or dark or brightShall be my lot;If that wherein my hopes delightBe best, or not.
I know not if or dark or bright
Shall be my lot;
If that wherein my hopes delight
Be best, or not.
2It may be mine to drag for yearsToil’s heavy chain;Or day and night my meat be tearsOn bed of pain.
2It may be mine to drag for years
Toil’s heavy chain;
Or day and night my meat be tears
On bed of pain.
3Dear faces may surround my hearthWith smiles and glee;Or I may dwell alone, and mirthBe strange to me.
3Dear faces may surround my hearth
With smiles and glee;
Or I may dwell alone, and mirth
Be strange to me.
4My bark is wafted to the strandBy breath divine;And on the helm there rests a handOther than mine.
4My bark is wafted to the strand
By breath divine;
And on the helm there rests a hand
Other than mine.
5One who has known in storms to sailI have on board;Above the raving of the galeI hear my Lord.
5One who has known in storms to sail
I have on board;
Above the raving of the gale
I hear my Lord.
804P. M.Nearer.We are too far from thee, our Saviour,Too far from thee,Before our eyesDark mists arise,And vail the glories from the skies:We are too far from thee.2We are too far from thee, our Saviour,Too far from thee.Fierce pains oppress,Dark cares distress,Made darker by our loneliness:We are too far from thee.3We are too far from thee, our Saviour,Too far from thee,Dark waters rollAbove the soul;Striving to reach the heavenly goal,We are too far from thee.4We are too far from thee, our Saviour,Too far from thee,Alone, afraid,Our path is laidIn darkness; send thy heavenly aid;We are too far from thee.5We are too far from thee, our Saviour,Too far from thee,E’en if thy rodBring us to God,In meekness be the pathway trod,If it but lead to God.6Draw us more close to thee, our Saviour,More close to thee,Let come what willOf good or ill,’Tis one to us, well knowing stillThou drawest us to thee.
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Nearer.
We are too far from thee, our Saviour,Too far from thee,Before our eyesDark mists arise,And vail the glories from the skies:We are too far from thee.
We are too far from thee, our Saviour,
Too far from thee,
Before our eyes
Dark mists arise,
And vail the glories from the skies:
We are too far from thee.
2We are too far from thee, our Saviour,Too far from thee.Fierce pains oppress,Dark cares distress,Made darker by our loneliness:We are too far from thee.
2We are too far from thee, our Saviour,
Too far from thee.
Fierce pains oppress,
Dark cares distress,
Made darker by our loneliness:
We are too far from thee.
3We are too far from thee, our Saviour,Too far from thee,Dark waters rollAbove the soul;Striving to reach the heavenly goal,We are too far from thee.
3We are too far from thee, our Saviour,
Too far from thee,
Dark waters roll
Above the soul;
Striving to reach the heavenly goal,
We are too far from thee.
4We are too far from thee, our Saviour,Too far from thee,Alone, afraid,Our path is laidIn darkness; send thy heavenly aid;We are too far from thee.
4We are too far from thee, our Saviour,
Too far from thee,
Alone, afraid,
Our path is laid
In darkness; send thy heavenly aid;
We are too far from thee.
5We are too far from thee, our Saviour,Too far from thee,E’en if thy rodBring us to God,In meekness be the pathway trod,If it but lead to God.
5We are too far from thee, our Saviour,
Too far from thee,
E’en if thy rod
Bring us to God,
In meekness be the pathway trod,
If it but lead to God.
6Draw us more close to thee, our Saviour,More close to thee,Let come what willOf good or ill,’Tis one to us, well knowing stillThou drawest us to thee.
6Draw us more close to thee, our Saviour,
More close to thee,
Let come what will
Of good or ill,
’Tis one to us, well knowing still
Thou drawest us to thee.
805P. M.I have given him for a leader.Isaiah 55:4.Jesus! guide our wayTo eternal day!So shall we, no more delaying,Follow thee, thy voice obeying;Lead us by the handTo our Father’s land!2When we danger meet,Steadfast make our feet!Lord, preserve us uncomplaining’Mid the darkness round us reigning!Through adversityLies our way to thee.3Order all our wayThrough this mortal day;In our toil with aid be near us;In our need with succor cheer us;When life’s course is o’er,Open thou the door!Count Zinzendorf.
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I have given him for a leader.Isaiah 55:4.
Jesus! guide our wayTo eternal day!So shall we, no more delaying,Follow thee, thy voice obeying;Lead us by the handTo our Father’s land!
Jesus! guide our way
To eternal day!
So shall we, no more delaying,
Follow thee, thy voice obeying;
Lead us by the hand
To our Father’s land!
2When we danger meet,Steadfast make our feet!Lord, preserve us uncomplaining’Mid the darkness round us reigning!Through adversityLies our way to thee.
2When we danger meet,
Steadfast make our feet!
Lord, preserve us uncomplaining
’Mid the darkness round us reigning!
Through adversity
Lies our way to thee.
3Order all our wayThrough this mortal day;In our toil with aid be near us;In our need with succor cheer us;When life’s course is o’er,Open thou the door!
3Order all our way
Through this mortal day;
In our toil with aid be near us;
In our need with succor cheer us;
When life’s course is o’er,
Open thou the door!
Count Zinzendorf.