Better than my boding fears
To me Thou oft hast proved!
Oft observed my silent tears,
And challenged Thy beloved:
Mercy to my rescue flew,
And Death ungrasped his fainting prey;
Pain before Thy face withdrew,
And Sorrow fled away.
Now, as yesterday, the same;
In all my troubles nigh,
Jesus, on Thy Word and Name
I steadfastly rely;
Sure as now the grief I feel,
The promised joy I soon shall have;
Saved again, to sinners tell
Thy power and will to save.
To Thy blessed will resigned,
And stayed on Thee alone,
I Thy perfect strength shall find,
Thy faithful mercies own;
Compassed round with songs of praise,
My all to my Redeemer give;
Spread Thy miracles of grace,
And to Thy glory live.
FATHER, in the Name I pray
Of Thy Incarnate Love;
Humbly ask, that as my day
My suffering strength may prove:
When my sorrows most increase,
Let Thy strongest joys be given:
Jesus, come with my distress,
And agony is heaven!
2 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
For good remember me!
Me, whom Thou hast caused to trust
For more than life in Thee:
With me in the fire remain,
Till, like burnished gold, I shine,
Meet, through consecrated pain,
To see the Face Divine.
NTERNAL Beam of Light Divine,
In whom the Father's glories shine,
Through earth beneath, and heaven above:
2 Jesus, the weary wanderer's rest,
Give me Thy easy yoke to bear;
With steadfast patience arm my breast,
With spotless love, and lowly fear.
3 Thankful I take the cup from Thee,
Prepared and mingled by Thy skill,
Though bitter to the taste it be,
Powerful the wounded soul to heal.
4 Be Thou, O Rock of Ages, nigh!
So shall each murmuring thought be gone;
And grief, and fear, and care, shall fly,
As clouds before the mid-day sun.
5 Speak to my warring passions, "Peace!"
Say to my trembling heart, "Be still!"
Thy power my strength and fortress is,
For all things serve Thy sovereign will.
6 O Death! where is Thy sting? Where now
Thy boasted victory, Ŏ Grave?
Who shall contend with God? or who
Can hurt whom God delights to save?
From the German of C. F. RICHTER..
HOU Lamb of God, Thou Prince of Peace,
For Thee my thirsty soul doth pine;
My longing heart implores Thy grace;
O make me in Thy likeness shine!
2 With fraudless, even, humble mind,
Thy will in all things may I see;
In love be every wish resigned,
And hallowed my whole heart to Thee.
3 When pain o'er my weak flesh prevails,
With lamb-like patience arm my breast;
When grief my wounded soul assails,
In lowly meekness may I rest.
4 Close by Thy side still may I keep,
Howe'er life's various current flow;
With steadfast eye mark every step,
And follow Thee where'er Thou go.
5 Thou, Lord, the dreadful fight hast_won;
Alone Thou hast the winepress trod;
In me Thy strength'ning grace be shown;
O may I conquer through Thy blood!
6 So, when on Sion Thou shalt stand,
And all heaven's host adore their King,
Shall I be found at Thy right hand,
And free from pain Thy glories sing.
THOU, to whose all-searching sight The darkness shineth as the light, Search, prove my heart; it pants for Thee; O burst these bonds, and set it free!
2 Wash out its stains, refine its dross,
Nail my affections to the cross;
Hallow each thought; let all within
Be clean, as Thou, my Lord, art clean!
3 If in this darksome wild I stray,
Be Thou my Light, be Thou my Way!
No foes, no violence, I fear,
No fraud, while Thou, my God, art near.
4 When rising floods my soul o'erflow,
When sinks my heart in waves of woe,
Jesus, Thy timely aid impart,
And raise my head, and cheer my heart.
5 Saviour! where'er Thy steps I see,
Dauntless, untired, I follow Thee:
O let Thy hand support me still,
And lead me to Thy holy hill!
6 If rough and thorny be the way,
My strength proportion to my day;
Till toil, and grief, and pain shall cease,
Where all is calm, and joy, and peace.
MyFardom my home, on life's rough way,
Y God, my Father, while I stray
O teach me from my heart to say,-
Thy will be done!
2 Though dark my path, and sad my lot,
Let me be still, and murmur not,
Or breathe the prayer Divinely taught,
Thy will be done!
3 What though in lonely grief I sigh
For friends beloved, no longer nigh,
Submissive still would I reply,
Thy will be done!
4 If Thou shouldst call me to resign
What most I prize,-it ne'er was mine;
I only yield Thee what was Thine;
Thy will be done!
5 Should pining sickness waste away
My life in premature decay,
My Father! still I strive to say,-
Thy will be done!
6 Let but my fainting heart be blest
With Thy sweet Spirit for its guest,
My God, to Thee I leave the rest;
Thy will be done!
7 Renew my will from day to day;
Blend it with Thine; and take away
All that now makes it hard to say,
Thy will be done!
8 Then, when on earth I breathe no more
The prayer, oft mixed with tears before,
I'll sing upon a happier shore,-
Hymns from the LAND of LUTHER.
Y Jesus, as Thou wilt!
Oh, may Thy will be mine!
Into Thy hand of love
I would my all resign.
Through sorrow, or through joy,
Conduct me as Thine own,
And help me still to say,
My Lord, Thy will be done!
2 My Jesus, as Thou wilt!
If needy here and poor,
Give me Thy people's bread,
Their portion rich and sure.
The manna of Thy word
Let my soul feed upon;
And if all else should fail-
My Lord, Thy will be done!
3 My Jesus, as Thou wilt!
If loved ones must depart,
Suffer not sorrow's flood
To overwhelm my heart:
For they are blest with Thee,
Their race and conflict won,
Let me but follow them—
My Lord, Thy will be done!
4 My Jesus, as Thou wilt!
All shall be well for me,
Each changing future scene,
I gladly trust with Thee.
Straight to my home above
I travel calmly on,
And sing, in life or death,
My Lord, Thy will be done!
MY times of sorrow and of joy,
Great God, are in Thy hand!
My choicest comforts come from Thee,
And go at Thy command.
2 If Thou shouldst take them all away,
Yet would I not repine:
Before they were possessed by me,
They were entirely Thine.
8 What is the world with all its store?
"Tis but a bitter sweet:
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