40 THOU, at whose divine command Thy Holy Spirit now impart, And for thy Word prepare each heart. 2 Not 'mid the thorns of worldly thought, 3 But may it, where thy sowers toil, II. 3 9:23 264 41 0 Thou, to whose all-searching sight 2 While in this darksome wild I stray, No harm, if thou, O Lord, art near. 3 When rising floods my soul o'erflow, 4 If rough and thorny be the way, My strength proportion to my day; II. 42 JESUS, the weary wanderer's rest, Give me thy easy yoke to bear; With resignation arm my breast, 2 Thankful I take the cup from thee, "T is full of heavenly mercy still. 3 Be thou, O Rock of Ages, nigh! So shall each murmuring thought be gone, 4 0 thou, who bad'st the tempest cease, I. 43 AS pants the hart for cooling streams, When heated in the chase, So longs my soul, O God, for thee, 2 For thee, my God-the living God, 3 I sigh to think of happier days, When thou, O Lord, wast nigh; When every heart was tuned to praise, And none more blest than I. 4 Why restless, why cast down, my soul? |