Thou art my Sun, And Thou my Shade, To guard my head By night or noon. 4 Hast Thou not given Thy word To keep my mortal breath. I'll go and come, Till from on high Thou call me home. Watts. 1719. Nor doubt my inmost wants are known 4 Thou know'st when joyful hours are best, And am made free from all deceit, Thou comest to me all unaware, 5 Help me to swerve not from Thy ways, That they may be fulfilled in me. 456 1 2 From Miss Winkworth. 1855. AWAY, my needless fears, A ray of heavenly light appears, Thrice comfortable hope, My Father's hand prepares the cup, S. M. 454 7,6. 452 1 IN holy contemplation We sweetly now pursue 2 Tt can bring with it nothin 4 Let good or ill befall, It must be good for me; Henry Francis Lyte. 1834. PSALM 121. 1 UPWARD I lift mine eyes; God is the Tower To which I fly; H. M. His grace is nigh 2 My feet shall never slide Since God, my Guard and Guide, Those wakeful eyes That never sleep Shall Israel keep 3 No burning heats by day, 2 What can our anxious cares avail, Each painful moment as it flies? 3 Help me my restless heart to still, Thy all-discerning Love, hath sent; 4 Thou know'st when joyful hours are best, And am made free from all deceit, Thou comest to me all unaware, And makest me own Thy loving care. 5 Help me to swerve not from Thy ways, 456 1 2 From Miss Winkworth. 1855. AWAY, my needless fears, A ray of heavenly light appears, Thrice comfortable hope, That calms my stormy breast; My Father's hand prepares the cup, S. M. 3 4 He knows whate'er I want; And always readier is to grant Than I to ask His grace. My feeble heart He reads, 5 Here is firm footing; here, 6 457 1 2 To break the waves of grief and fear, This only can sustain When earth and heaven remove: O turn thee to thy Rest again, Thy God's eternal Love! C. Wesley. 1749. Befehl du deine Wege. COMMIT thou all thy griefs S. M. Who earth and heaven commands: He shall direct thy wandering feet, Thou on the Lord rely, So safe shalt thou go on; Fix on His work thy steadfast eye, No profit canst thou gain To Him commend thy cause; His ear 458 3 4 Thy everlasting Truth, Father, Thy ceaseless Love, Sees all Thy children's wants, and knows Thou every where hast way, When Thou arisest, Lord, What shall Thy work withstand? When all Thy children want Thou giv'st, Who, who shall stay Thy hand? John Wesley. 1739. Tr. Paul Gerhardt. 1659. Continued. GIVE to the winds thy fears, Hope, and be undismayed; S. M. God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears, Through waves and clouds and storms Wait Thou His time, so shall this night 2 Still heavy is thy heart? Still sink thy spirits down? Cast off the weight, let fear depart, What though thou rulest not? Proclaim, God sitteth on the throne, |