357 REJOICE, believer, in the Lord,

C.M.

Who makes your cause His own; The hope that's built upon His word Can ne'er be overthrown.

2 Though many foes beset your road, And feeble is your arm,

Your life is hid with Christ in God, Beyond the reach of harm.

3 Weak as you are, you shall not faint; Or fainting shall not die;

Jesus, the strength of every saint,
Will aid you from on high.

4 Though sometimes unperceived by sense
Faith sees Him always near,
A guide, a glory, a defence;
Then what have you to fear?

5 As surely as He overcame,

And triumphed once for you; So surely you that love His name Shall triumph in Him too.

358

J. NEWTON.

S.M.

SAY not, my soul, “From whence Can God relieve my care?" Remember that Omnipotence Has servants everywhere.

2 God's help is always sure,

His methods seldom guessed; Delay will make our pleasure pure, Surprise will give it zest.

3 His wisdom is sublime,

4

5

His heart profoundly kind;

God never is before His time,
And never is behind.

Hast thou assumed a load,

Which few will share with thee,-
And art thou carrying it for God,
And shall He fail to see?

Be comforted at heart,
Thou art not left alone;

Now, thou the Lord's companion art;
Soon, thou wilt share His throne.

359

T. T. LYNCH.

64.64.6664.

THOUGuide be.

Lord, my path shalt choose,

What shall I fear to lose
While I have Thee?
This be my portion blest,-
On my Redeemer's breast,
In peaceful trust to rest;
He cares for me!

2 This lightens every cross,
Cheers every ill;
Suffer I grief or loss,
It is Thy will!

One who makes no mistake,
Chooseth the way I take;
He, who can ne'er forsake,
Holds my hand still.

3 Sweet words of peace and love
Christ whispers me:

Bearing my soul above

Life's troubled sea.

This be my portion blest,-
On my Redeemer's breast,
In peaceful trust to rest:
He cares for me!

4 Christ died my love to win,
Christ is my tower!

He will be with me in

Each trying hour.

He makes the wounded whole,
He will my heart console,
He will uphold my soul
By His own power.

5 To Thee, the only Wise,
Whatever be,

I will lift up mine eyes,
Joyful in Thee.
This be my portion blest,-
On my Redeemer's breast,
In peaceful trust to rest:
He cares for me!

360

Trans. from German.

C.M.

THOU only source of true delight,
Whom I unseen adore;
Unveil Thy beauties to my sight,
That I may love Thee more.

2 Thy glory o'er creation shines,
But in Thy sacred word
I read in fairer, brighter lines,
My bleeding, dying Lord.

'Tis here, whene'er my comforts droop, And sins and sorrows rise,

Thy love with cheerful beams of hope My fainting heart supplies.

But, ah! too soon the pleasing scene
Is clouded o'er with pain;

My gloomy fears rise dark between,
And I again complain.

5 Jesus, my Lord, my life, my light!
O come with blissful ray!

Break radiant through the shades of night,

And chase my fears away.

6 Then shall my soul with rapture trace
The wonders of Thy love;
But the full glories of Thy face
Are only known above.

361

A. STEELE.

THOU very present aid

In suffering and distress,

S.M.

The soul, which still on Thee is stayed, Is kept in perfect peace.

2 The soul in faith reclined

3

4

On the Redeemer's breast,

'Mid raging storms, exults to find An everlasting rest.

Sorrow and fear are gone,
Whene'er Thy face appears:

It stills the sighing orphan's moan,
And dries the widow's tears.

It hallows every cross,

It sweetly comforts me,

Makes me forget my every loss,

And find my all in Thee.

2 Art Thou not mine, my living Lord? And can my hope, my comfort die, Fixed on Thy everlasting word,

370

8.7.

3 If my immortal Saviour lives,
Then my immortal life is sure;
His word a firm foundation gives;
Here let me build and rest secure.

4 Here, O my soul, thy trust repose!
If Jesus is for ever mine,
Not death itself, that last of foes,
Shall break a union so divine.

368

WE

A. STEELE.

L.M.

HEN darkness long has veiled iny mind,

And smiling day once more_appears, Then, my Redeemer! then I find The folly of my doubts and fears.

2 I chide my unbelieving heart,

And blush that I should ever be
Thus prone to act so base a part,
Or harbour one hard thought of Thee.
3 O let me, then, at length, be taught
What I am still so slow to learn,
That God is love, and changes not,
Nor knows the shadow of a turn.
4 Sweet truth, and easy to repeat!
But, when my faith is sharply tried,
I find myself a learner yet,
Unskilful, weak, and apt to slide.

5 But, O my Lord! one look from Thee
Subdues the disobedient will;
Drives doubt and discontent away,
And Thy rebellious child is still.

6 Thou art as ready to forgive,

As I am ready to repine;

In heaven and earth possesses; Who looks in love to Christ above, No fear his heart oppresses.

2 In Thee alone, dear Lord, we own
Sweet hope and consolation;
Our shield from foes, our balm for woes,
Our great and sure salvation!

3 Though Satan's wrath beset our path, And worldly scorn assail us,

4

Whilst Thou art near we will not fear,
Thy strength shall never fail us.
Thy rod and staff shall keep us safe,
And guide our steps for ever;

Nor shades of death, nor hell beneath,
Our souls from Thee shall sever.

5 In all the strife of mortal life
Our feet shall stand securely;
Temptation's hour shall lose its power,
For Thou shalt guard us surely.

371

M. LUTHER, trans. B. H. KENNEDY. 87.87.47.

WHY those fears?-behold 'tis Jesus

Holds the helm, and guides the

ship:

Spread the sails, and catch the breezes Sent to waft us through the deep,

To the regions

Where the mourners cease to weep.

2 Though the shore we hope to land on,
Only by report is known;
Yet we freely all abandon,
Led by that report alone;
And with Jesus,

Through the trackless deep move on.

Be shame and self-abhorrence mine.

369

COWPER.

WHEN we cannot see our way,

Let us trust and still obey;

He who bids us forward go,
Cannot fail the way to show.

2 Though the sea be deep and wide,
Though a passage seem denied,
Fearless, let us still proceed,
Since the Lord vouchsafes to lead.
3 Though it be the gloom of night,
Though we see no ray of light,
Since the Lord Himself is there,
'Tis not meet that we should fear.
4 Night with Him is never night,
Where He is, there all is light;
When He calls us, why delay?'
They are happy who obey.

5 Be it ours, then, while we're here, Him to follow without fear; Where He calls us, there to go; What He bids us, that to do.

T. KELLY.

78.

Led by faith, the storms defy; Calm amid the wild commotion, Knowing that our Lord is nigh: Waves obey Him,

And the storms before Him fly. 4 Rendered safe by His protection, We shall pass the watery waste; Trusting to His wise direction, We shall gain the port at last; And with wonder,

Think on toils and dangers past. 5 O what pleasures there await us!

There the tempests cease to roar; There it is that those who hate us, Shall molest our peace no more; Trouble ceases

On that tranquil, happy shore.

2 Unworthy even to approach so near,

My soul lies trembling like a summer leaf;

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ARK, my soul! it is the Lord;

78.

fear

3

4

S.M.

LEST be Thy love, dear Lord,
That taught us this sweet way,
Only to love Thee for Thyself,
And for that love obey.

O Thou, our souls' chief hope!
We to Thy mercy fly;

Where'er we are, Thou canst protect,
Whate'er we need, supply.

Whether we sleep or wake,

To Thee we both resign;

By night we see, as well as day, If Thy light on us shine.

Whether we live or die, Both we submit to Thee; In death we live, as well as life, If Thine in death we be.

Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound
My Saviour's voice to hear?

4 Hast Thou a lamb in all Thy flock
I would disdain to feed?
Hast Thou a foe before whose face
I fear Thy cause to plead.

5 Would not my heart pour forth its blood In honour of Thy name?

And challenge the cold hand of death To damp the immortal flame?

6 Thou know'st I love Thee, O my Lord: But, O! I long to soar

Far from the sphere of mortal joys, And learn to love Thee more.

DODDRIDGE.

Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee,
"Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou Me!
'I delivered thee when bound;
And, when bleeding, healed thy wound;
Sought thee wandering, set thee right,
Turned thy darkness into light.

3 'Can a woman's tender care
Cease towards the child she bare?
Yes, she may forgetful be,

4

5

Yet will I remember thee.

'Mine is an unchanging love, Higher than the heights above; Deeper than the depths beneath; Free and faithful, strong as death. Thou shalt see My glory soon, When the work of grace is done; Partner of My throne shalt be, Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou Me?' 6 Lord! it is my chief complaint, That my love is weak and faint; Yet I love Thee, and adore; O for grace to love Thee more!

376

I

COWPER.

C.M.

WOULD commune with Thee, my

God;

E'en to Thy seat I come:

I leave my joys, I leave my sins,
And seek in Thee my home.

2 I stand upon the mount of God,
With sunlight in my soul;

I hear the storms in vales beneath,
I hear the thunders roll:-

3 But I am calm with Thee, my God,
Beneath these glorious skies;
And to the height on which I stand,
Nor storms nor clouds can rise.

4 O this is life! O this is joy,
My God, to find Thee so!
Thy face to see, Thy voice to hear;
And all Thy love to know.

377

G. B. BUBIER.

JESUS, gentlest Saviour!

God of might and power!
Thou Thyself art dwelling
In Thy saints this hour.

2 Nature cannot hold Thee,
Heaven is all too strait
For Thine endless glory,
And Thy royal state.

3 Out beyond the shining
Of the farthest star,
Thou art ever stretching
Infinitely far.

4 Yet the hearts of children
Hold what worlds cannot,
And the God of wonders
Loves the lowly spot.

6.5.

JESUS, Thy boundless love to me No thought can reach, no tongue declare;

O knit my thankful heart to Thee,
And reign without a rival there:
Thine, only Thine, O let me be,
And all my heart be rapt in Thee!

2 My Saviour, Thou Thy love to me,
In shame, and want, and pain hast
showed;

For me, on the accursed tree, Was poured forth Thy guiltless blood: O Jesus, nothing may I see, Nothing desire or seek but Thee! 3 In suffering, be Thy love my peace; In weakness, be Thy love my power: And when the storms of life shall cease, Jesus, in that important hour, In death as life be Thou my guide, And save me, Who for me hast died. P. GERHARDT, trans. WESLEY.*

381

LOR

L.M.

ORD, I was blind: I could not see In Thy marred visage any grace; But now the beauty of Thy face In radiant vision dawns on me.

2 Lord, I was deaf: I could not hear The thrilling music of Thy voice; But now I hear Thee and rejoice, And all Thy uttered words are dear.

3 Lord, I was dumb: I could not speak The grace and glory of Thy name; But now, as touched with living flame, My lips Thine eager praises wake.

4 Lord, I was dead: I could not stir My lifeless soul to come to Thee; But now, since Thou hast quickened me, I rise from sin's dark sepulchre.

5 Lord, Thou hast made the blind to see, The deaf to hear, the dumb to speak, The dead to live; and lo! I break The chains of my captivity.

382

W. T. MATSON.

LORD of earth! Thy forming hand

78.

Well this glorious frame hath planned;

Woods that wave and hills that tower, Ocean rolling in its power;

Yet, amid this scene so fair,

Should I cease Thy smile to share,
What were all its joys to me?
Whom have I on earth but Thee?

2 Lord of heaven, beyond our sight
Rolls a world of purer light;
There, in love's eternal reign,
Parted hands shall meet again;
O that scene is passing fair!
Yet, shouldst Thou be absent there,
What were all its joys to me?
Whom have I in heaven but Thee?

3 Lord of earth and heaven, my breast Seeks in Thee its only rest;

I was lost, Thy accents mild
Homeward lured Thy wandering child;
O should once Thy smile divine
Cease upon my soul to shine,
What were heaven or earth to me?
Whom have I in each but Thee?