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3 If we have love for Thee in heaven,
'Tis seen by love on earth:
Love only, love which God hath given,
Doth prove our heavenly birth.
4 For all we know of God above,
And of His saints below,
And all we know of heaven, is Love,
And all we need to know.
5 Love is of life the only sign,
* Love is our vital breath;
Love only shows the child divine,
Love only conquers death.
6 Whate'er we do, where'er we go,
Let love our sonship prove:
Our lives the fire celestial show,
Our thoughts and words be love.
7 0 deign to send the love of Thee
From highest heaven above;
For then our life Thy praise shall be,
When all our life is love.
8 With praise to Thee our strains began
With love to Thee shall end;
The love of Thee, and love of man,
From heaven 0 deign to send
THE CROSS AND COMFORT. 515 C. M.
1 AFFLICTION is a stormy deep,
Where wave resounds to wave;
Though o'er my head the billows roll,
I know the Lord can save. 63
2 The hand that now withholds my joys
Can reinstate my peace;
And He who bade the tempest roar,
Can bid that tempest cease.
3 In the dark watches of the night,
I’ll count His mercies o'er;
I'll praise Him for ten thousand past,
And humbly sue for more.
4. When darkness and when sorrows rose
And pressed on every side,
The Lord has still sustained my step:/
And still has been my Guide.
5 Here will I rest, and build my hopes,
Nor murmur at His rod;
He's more than all the world to me,
My Health, my Life, my God!
Nathaniel Cotton. 1791.
1 God of my life, to Thee I call!
Afflicted at Thy feet I fall;
When the great water-floods prevail,
Leave not my trembling heart to fail!
2 Friend of the friendless and the faint'
Where should I lodge my deep complaint?
Where but with Thee, whose open door
Invites the helpless and the poor?
3 Did ever mourner plead with Thee,
And Thou refuse that mourner's plea?
Does not the word still fixed remain,
That none shall seek Thy face in vain?
4 That were a grief I could not bear,
Didst Thou not hear and answer prayer;
But a prayer-hearing, answering God,
Supports me under every load.
5 Fair is the lot that's cast for me;
I have an Advocate with Thce;
They whom the world earesses most
Have no such privilege to boast.
6 Poor though I be, despised, forgot, Yet God, my God, forgets me not; And he is safe, and must succeed, For whom the Lord vouchsafes to plead. William Cowper. 1779. 5 17 C. M. 1 DEAR Refuge of my weary soul, On Thee, when sorrows rise, On Thee, when waves of trouble roll, My fainting hope relies. 2 To Thee I tell each rising grief, For Thou alone canst heal; Thy Word can bring a sweet relief For every pain I feel. 3 Hast Thou not bid me seek Thy face? And shall I seek in vain? And can the ear of sovereign grace Be deaf when I complain? 4 No, still the ear of sovereign grace Attends the mourner's prayer: 0 may I ever find access, To breathe my sorrows there ! Anne Steele. 1760.
1 0 HEAR me, Lord, for I am poor,
And seek salvation at Thy door;
Bow down Thy gentle ear to me,
Who am opprest with misery.
2 Let mercy come from God on high,
The object of my daily cry;
I daily knock, I daily wait,
For mercy's alms, at mercy’s gate. 365
God of all comfort, give a dole
Of comfort to Thy servant's soul:
For this my soul doth bend her knee,
And stretch her craving hands to Thee.
4 Thou, Lord, art good, and Thou dost stand
With sealéd pardons in Thy hand;
O how the dews of mercy fall,
And answer at Thy people's call !
5 Lord, guide me in Thy secret way;
With such a Guide I shall not stray:
Bring me into a heavenly frame,
Unite my heart to fear Thy Name.
0 King of Nations, Lord of all,
Before Thee shall all nations fall;
And every language shall confess
Thy glorious everlastingness'
John Mason. 1683. a. B19 11, 10.
1 CoME, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish; Come to the mercy-seat, fervently kneel; Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish ;Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.
2 Joy of the desolate, light of the straying,
Hope, when all others die, fadeless and pure!
Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying,
Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot cure.
3 Here see the Bread of Life; see waters flowing Forth from the throne of God, pure from above; Come to the feast of love; come, ever knowing Earth has no sorrow but Heaven can remove. From Thomas Moore. 1824.
1 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.
2 0, to be brought to Jesus’ feet,
Though trials fix me there,
Is still a privilege; and sweet
The energies of prayer,
Though sighs and tears its language be,
If Christ be nigh, and smile on me.
3 Then 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.
Josiah Conder. 1836. " 521 S. M.
1 IN weariness and pain,
By sins and fears opprest,
I turn me to my Rest again,
My soul's eternal Rest:
2 The Lamb that died for me,
And still my load doth bear;
To Jesus' streaming wounds I flee,
And find my quiet there.
3 Jesus, was ever grief,
Was ever love like Thine?
Thy sorrow, Lord, is my relief,
Thy life hath ransomed mine. 7