I CAST thy burden on the Lord,
Only lean upon His word;
Thou shalt soon have cause to bless
His eternal faithfulness.
2 Ever in the raging storm
Thou shalt see His cheering form,
Hear His pledge of coming aid:
"It is I, be not afraid.”
3 Cast thy burden at His feet;
Linger at His mercy-seat:
He will lead thee by the hand
Gently to the better land.
4 He will gird thee by His power,
In thy weary, fainting hour;
Lean then, loving, on His word;
Cast thy burden on the Lord.
Rev. Rowland Hill. (1744-1833.) 1783. v. I
George Rawson. (1807-) 1857. ab. and much alt.
Prayer for Guidance.
I HEAVENLY Father, to whose eye
Future things unfolded lie,
Through the desert where I stray,
Let Thy counsels guide my way.
2 Lord, uphold me day by day,
Shed a light upon my way,
Guide me through perplexing snares,
Care for me in all my cares.
3 All I ask for is, enough;
Only, when the way is rough,
Let Thy rod and staff impart
Strength and courage to my heart.
4 Should Thy wisdom, Lord, decree
Trials long and sharp for me,
Pain or sorrow, care or shame,
Father, glorify Thy name!
5 Let me neither faint nor fear,
Feeling still that Thou art near;
I JESUS, cast a look on me:
Give me true simplicity;
Make me poor, and keep me low,
Seeking only Thee to know.
2 All that feeds my busy pride,
Cast it evermore aside;
Bid my will to Thine submit,
Lay me humbly at Thy feet.
3 Make me like a little child,
Simple, teachable, and mild;
Seeing only in Thy light,
Walking only in Thy might;
4 Leaning on Thy loving breast,
Where a weary soul may rest;
Feeling well the peace of God
Flowing from Thy precious blood.
Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708-1788.) 1762. much alt.
Rev. John Berridge. (1716-1793.) 1785. ab.
"My Times are in Thy Hand."
Ps. xxxi. 15.
I SOVEREIGN Ruler of the skies,
Ever gracious, ever wise.
All my times are in Thy hand,
All events at Thy command.
2 Times of sickness, times of health,
Times of penury and wealth;
Times of trial and of grief,
Times of triumph and relief;
3 Times the Tempter's power to prove,
Times to taste a Saviour's love;
All must come, and last, and end,
As shall please my heavenly Friend.
4 Plagues and deaths around me fly;
Till He bids, I cannot die:
Not a single shaft can hit
Till the God of love sees fit.
5 O Thou Gracious, Wise, and Just,
In Thy hands my life I trust:
Have I something dearer still?
I resign it to Thy will
6 Thee at all times will I oless;
Having Thee I all possess:
How can I bereavéd be,
Since I cannot part with Thee?
Rev. John Ryland. (1753-1825.) 1777 ab.
The Power, who pities man, has shown A blessing for the eyes that weep.
2 The light of smiles shall fill again The lids that overflow with tears; And weary hours of woe and pain
Are promises of happier years.
3 There is a day of sunny rest
For every dark and troubled night;
And grief may bide an evening guest,
But joy shall come with early light.
4 And thou, who o'er thy friend's low bier
Sheddest the bitter drops like rain,
Hope that a brighter, happier sphere
Will give him to thy arms again.
5 Nor let the good man's trust depart,
Though life its common gifts deny ;
Though, with a pierced and broken heart,,
And spurned of men, he goes to die.
6 For God has marked each sorrowing day,
And numbered every secret tear,
And heaven's long age of bliss shall pay
For all His children suffer here.
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13 Though oft Thy way is in the sea,
Thy footsteps in the wingéd storm;
Though crested billows threaten me,
Love slumbers in their frowning form.
4 Submissive would I kiss the rod,
Needful each stroke, I humbly own:
Help me to trust Thee, O my God,
If now Thy wisdom be unknown.
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Out of the depths to Thee I call,
My fears are great, my strength is small.
O Lord, the pilot's part perform,
And guard and guide me through thestorm;
Defend me from each threatening ill,
Control the waves, say, “Peace, be still!"
3 Amidst the roaring of the sea
My soul still hangs her hope on Thee;
Thy constant love, Thy faithful care,
Is all that saves me from despair.
4 Dangers of every shape and name
Attend the followers of the Lamb,
Who leave the world's deceitful shore,
And leave it to return no more.
5 Though tempest-tost and half a wreck,
My Saviour through the floods I seek:
Let neither winds nor stormy main
Force back my shattered bark again.
William Cowper. (1731-1800.) 1779-
He sees my wants, al lays my fears, And counts and treasures
*For Hymn 802 repeat the last two lines of each stanza.
Christ able to succor the tempted.
801
Heb. ii. 18.
2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray
From heavenly wisdom's narrow way;
To fly the good I would pursue,
Or do the sin I would not do;
Still He who felt temptation's power,
Shall guard me in that dangerous hour.
3 When sorrowing o'er some stone I bend
Which covers what was once a friend,
And from his voice, his hand, his smile
Divides me for a little while;
Thou, Saviour, mark'st the tears I shed, For Thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead. 4 And O, when I have safely past
Through every conflict but the last,
Still, still unchanging, watch beside
My painful bed, for Thou hast died;
Then point to realms of cloudless day,
And wipe the latest tear away.
Sir Robert Grant (1785-1838.) 1806, 1812. ab.
"Continually with Thee."
Ps. lxxiii. 23-26.
I WHEN, in the hour of lonely woe,
I give my sorrows leave to flow,
And anxious fear and dark distrust
Weigh down my spirit to the dust;
2 When not e'en friendship's gentle aid
Can heal the wounds the world has made,
O, this shall check each rising sigh,
My Saviour is forever nigh!
3 His counsels and upholding care
My safety and my comfort are ;
And He shall guide me all my days,
Till glory crown the work of grace.
4 Jesus, in whom but Thee above
Can I repose my trust, my love?
And shall an earthly object be
Loved in comparison with Thee?
5 My flesh is hastening to decay,
Soon shall the world have passed away:
And what can mortal friends avail,
When heart and strength and life shall fail?
6 But O, be Thou, my Saviour, nigh,
And I will triumph while I die;
My strength, my portion, is divine,
And Jesus is forever mine.
Josiah Conder. (1789-1855.) 1837.
2 Through waves and clouds and storms, He gently clears thy way:
Wait thou His time, so shall this night
Soon end in joyous day.
3 What though thou rulest not,
Yet heaven and earth and hell
Proclaim, God sitteth on the throne,
And ruleth all things well.
4 Far, far above thy thought
His counsel shall appear,
When fully He the work hath wrought
That caused thy needless fear.
5 Thou seest our weakness, Lord,
Our hearts are known to Thee;
O lift Thou up the sinking hand,
Confirm the feeble knee.
6 Let us, in life, in death,
Thy steadfast truth declare,
And publish with our latest breath
Thy love and guardian care.
Rev. Paul Gerhardt. (1606-1676.) 1659. Tr. by Rev. John Wesley. (1703-1791.) 1739 ab.
3 Should dread of want distress,
And men or fiends assail,
Infirmities my frame oppress,
And earthly comforts fail,
4 Still may I trust in Thee,
And calm each rising fear;
For none of these can injure me
While Thou, O Christ, art near.
5 My faith as gold refine;
Each grace and virtue prove; That in my spotless life may shine The light of perfect love.
I FEAR not, poor, weary one;
But struggle bravely yet;
Toil on until thy task is done,
Until thy sun is set.
2 Though many are thy cares,
And many are thy fears,
The loving Christ thy burden shares,
And wipes away thy tears.
3 No distant Christ is He,
And one that doth not know;
But watches close and constantly
The path which thou dost go.
4 'Tis when thy heart is tried,
'Tis in thine hour of grief,
He standeth ever at thy side,
And ever brings relief.
Rev. Thomas Cogswell Upham. (1799-1872.) 1872
"My Times are in Thy Hand."
Ps. xxxi. 15.
2 I ask Thee for a thoughtful love,
Through constant watching wise,
To meet the glad with joyful smiles,
And wipe the weeping eyes;
A heart at leisure from itself,
To soothe and sympathize.
3 I would not have the restless will
That hurries to and fro,
Seeking for some great thing to do,
Or secret thing to know:
I would be treated as a child,
And guided where I go.
4 Wherever in the world I am,
In whatsoe'er estate,
I have a fellowship with hearts,
To keep and cultivate ;
A work of lowly love to do
For Him on whom I wait.
5 I ask Thee for the daily strength, To none that ask denied,
A mind to blend with outward life,
While keeping at Thy side;
Content to fill a little space,
If Thou be glorified.
6 And if some things I do not ask
Among my blessings be,
I'd have my spirit filled the more
With grateful love to Thee;
More careful, not to serve Thee much,
But please Thee perfectly.
7 Briars and thorns beset our path
That call for patient care;
There is a cross in every lot,
And earnest need for prayer;
But lowly hearts, that lean on Thee,
Are happy anywhere.
8 In service which Thy will appoints
There are no bonds for me;
My inmost heart is taught the truth
That makes Thy children free;
A life of self-renouncing love
Is one of liberty.
Miss Anna Laetitia Waring. 1850. alt.
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