Imatges de pàgina

S. M.

Bethany 336

Fuith prevailing in Trouble.
1 IF, through unruffled seas,

Toward heaven we calmly sail,
With grateful hearts, O God, to thee,

We'll own the fostering gale.
2 But should the surges rise,

And rest delay to come,
Blest be the sorrow-kind the storm,

Which drives us nearer home.
3 Soon shall our doubts and fears

All yield to thy control:
Thy tender mercies shall illume

The midnight of the soul.
4 Teach us, in every state,

To make thy will our own;
And when the joys of sense depart

To live by faith alone. 337

C. M. Westford. Eastport. Princeton. mp 1 WHEN languor and disease invade

This trembling house of clay,
Tis sweet to look beyond my pain,

And long to fly away:-
2 Sweet to look inward, and attend

The whispers of his love;
Sweet to look upward, to the place

Where Jesus pleads above :-
3 Sweet to look back, and see my name

In life's fair book set down;
Sweet to look forward, and behold

Eternal joys my own
4 Sweet on his faithfulness to rest,

Whose love can never end ;
Sweet on the covenant of his grace

For all things to depend :-
5 Sweet, in the confidence of faith,

To trust his firm decrees;
Sweet to lie passive in his hands,

And know no will but his.
6 If such the sweetness of the stream,

What must the fountain be,
Where saints and angels draw their bliss,

O Lord, direct from thee!


C. M.

Clarendon. 338

A submissive and docile Spirit.
1 THOU boundless source of every good!

Our best desires fulfil:
Help us t'adore thy wondrous grace,

And mark thy sovereign will.
2 In all thy mercies


our souls Thy bounteous goodness see; Nor let the gifts thy grace imparts

Estrange our hearts from thee.
3 Teach us, in time of deep distress,

To own thy hand, o God !
And in submissive silence learn

The lessons of thy rod.
4 In every changing scene of life,

Whate'er that scene may be,
Give us a meek and humble mind,

A mind at peace with thee.
5 Do thou direct our steps aright,

Help us thy name to fear;
Oh give us grace to watch and pray,

And strength to persevere.
6 Then may we close our eyes in death,

Free from distracting care ;
For death is life-and labor rest.

If thou art with us there.

C. M.

Dundee. Barby 839

1 FATHER, whate'er of earthly bliss

Thy sovereign will denies,
Accepted at thy throne of grace

Let this petition rise :
mp 2 Give me a calm, a thankful heart,

From every murmur free;
The blessings of thy grace impart,

And make me live to thee.
3 Oh, let the hope that thou art mine,

My life and death attend-
Thy presence through my journey sbine,
And crown my journey's end.'

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C. M.. Stamford. Colchester. 340

God's Covenant a Security in Trouble.
1 MY God, the covenant of thy love

Abides forever sure;
And in its boundless grace I feel

My happiness secure.
2 Since thou, the everlasting God,

My Father art become;
My Saviour my almighty Friend,

And heaven my final home ;-
3 I welcome all thy sovereign will,

For all that will is love ;
And when thy way, great God, is dark,

I wait thy light above.
4 Thy covenant, in my dying hour,

Shall dwell upon my tongue,
And when I wake, shall still employ
My everlasting song.

S. M. 341

Casting our Cares on God.
1 HOW gentle God's commands !

How kind his precepts are !
Come, cast your burdens on the Lord,

And trust his constant care.
2 His bounty will provide,

His saints securely dwell ;
That hand which bears creation up,

Shall guard his children well.
3 Why should this anxious load

Press down your weary mind?
Oh, seek your heavenly Father's throne,

And peace and comfort find. - 4 His goodness stands approved,

Unchanged from day to day;
I'll drop my burden at his feet,
And bear a song away.

Olmutz. Morningtan. 342

Humbly waiting on God.
1 AND shall I sit alone,

Oppressed with grief and fear?
To God, my Father, make my moan,
And he refuse to hear ?

S. M.

L. M.

2 If he my Father be,

His pity he will show;.
From cruel bondage set me free,

And inward peace bestow.
3 If still he silence keep,

'Tis but my faith to try;
He knows and feels whene'er I weep,

And softens every sigh.
4 Then will I humbly wait,

Nor once indulge despair ;
My sins are great-but not so great

As his compassions are. 343

Ralston. Appleton. 1 WAIT, O my soul, thy Maker's will

Tumultuous passions, all be still!
Nor let a murmuring thought arise-

His ways are just-his counsels wise.
2 He in the thickest darkness dwells,

Performs his work—the cause conceals;
But, though his methods are unknown,

Judgment and truth support his throne
3 Wait then, my soul-submissive wait,

Prostrate before his awful seat:
'Midst all the terrors of his rod,
Still trust a wise and gracious God.

Colchester Stamford. 344

Bearing Shame for Christ. mf 1 DIDST thou, dear Saviour, suffer shame,

And bear the cross for me?
And shall I fear to own thy name,

Or thy disciple be ?
2 Inspire my soul with life divine,

And make me truly bold;
Let knowledge, faith, and meekness shine,

Nor love, nor zeal grow cold.
3 Let mockers scoff--the world defame,

And treat me with disdain ;
Still may I glory in thy name,

And count reproach my gain.
4 To thee I cheerfully submit,

And all my powers resign;
Let wisdom point out what is fit,
And I'll no more repine.

C. M.

Grafton. Dedham.

my sins, and left

C. M. 345

1 AM I an Israelite indeed,

Without a false disguise ?
Have I renounced

My refuges of lies?
2 Say, does iny heart unchanged remain ?

Or is it formed anew ?
What is the rule by which I walk,

The object I pursue ?
3 Cause me, O God of truth and grace,

My real state to know !
If I am wrong-oh set me right!

If right-preserve me so! 346

Slade. Germany. 1 SWEET

peace of conscience, heavenly guest! Come-fix thy mansion in my breast, Dispel my doubts--my fears control,

And heal the anguish of my soul.
2 Come, smiling hope, and joy sincere,

Come, make your constant dwelling here;
Still let your presence cheer my heart,

Nor sin compel you to depart.
3 O God of hope, and peace divine,

Make thou these sacred pleasures mine!
Forgive my sins-my fears remove,
And fill my heart with joy and love.

L. M.

C. M..

Eastport. Patmos. 347

Chiding ourselves for spiritual Sloth.
1 MY drowsy powers! why sleep ye so?

Awake, my sluggish soul !
Nothing has half thy work to do,

Yet nothing's half so dull.
2 Go to the ants !—for one poor grain

See how they toil and strive!
Yet we, who have a heaven t'obtain,

How negligent we live!
3 We, for whose sake all nature stands,
And stars their

courses move-
We, for whose guard the angel-bands

Come flying from above

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