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4 When we in darkness walk,

Nor feel the heavenly flame,
Then is the time to trust our God,

And rest upon His Name.
5 Soon shall our doubts and fears

Subside, at His control:
His loving-kindness shall break through

The midnight of the soul.
6 Blest is the man, O God,

That stays himself on Thee!
Who waits for Thy salvation, Lord,
Shall Thy salvation see.

Augustus M. Toplady. 1772.

525 Wenn mich die Sünden kränken. S. M. 1 When sorrow and remorse

Prey at my heart, to Thee
I look, who on the holy Cross

Wast slain for wretched me.

2 Thy Passion, Lord, inspires

My spirit day by day,
That I from all low dark desires

Have strength to flee away.
3 Whate'er the burden be,

The cross upon me laid,
Or want or shame, I look to Thee:

Be Thou, O Christ, my Aid.
4 And let Thy sorrows cheer

My soul when I depart:
Give strength to cast away all fear,

Console, sustain my heart.

5 Since Thou hast died for me,

Help me to trust Thy grace,
That Thou wilt take me up to Thee,
Where I shall see Thy face.

From Miss Winkworth. 1855.

Tr. Justus Gesenius. 1640. 526

C. M. 1 Thou art my Hiding-place, O Lord!

In Thee I fix my trust,
Encouraged by Thy holy Word,

A feeble child of dust.
I have no argument beside,

I urge no other plea;
And 'tis enough the Savior died,

The Savior died for me.
2 When storms of fierce temptations beat,

And furious foes assail,
My refuge is the mercy-seat,

My hope within the veil.
From strife of tongues and bitter words

My spirit flies to Thee :
Joy to my heart the thought affords,

My Savior died for me.
3 'Mid trials heavy to be borne,

When mortal strength is vain,
A heart with grief and anguish torn,

A body racked with pain :
Ah, what could give the sufferer rest,

Bid every murinur flee,
But this, the witness in my breast

That Jesus died for me?
4 And when Thy awful voice commands

This body to decay,
And life, in its last lingering sands,
Is ebbing fast away,

Then, though it be in accents weak,

My voice shall call on Thee,
And ask for strength in death to speak,
“My Savior died for me."

Thomas Raffles. 1843. 527

C. M. 1 0 Thou, from whom all goodness flows,

I lift my heart to Thee;
In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes,

Dear Lord, remember me!
2 When groaning on my burdened heart,

My sins lie heavily,
My pardon speak, new peace impart;

In love, remember me!
3 Temptations sore obstruct my way,

And ills I cannot flee;
O give me strength, Lord, as my day;

For good, remember me!
4 Distrest with pain, disease, and grief,

This feeble body see;
Grant patience, rest, and kind relief;

Hear, and remember me!
5 When in the solemn hour of death

I wait Thy just decree:
Be this the prayer of my last breath,

Good Lord, remember me!
6 And when before Thy throne I stand

And lift my soul to Thee:
Then, with the saints at Thy right hand,
Good Lord, remember me!

Thomas Haweis. 1792. a. 528

C. M. 1 And let this feeble body fail,

And let it droop or die;
My soul shall quit the mournful vale

And soar to worlds on high :

Shall join the disembodied saints,

And find its long-sought Rest,
That only bliss for which it pants,

In my Redeemer's breast.
2 In hope of that immortal crown,

I now the cross sustain,
And gladly wander up and down,

And smile at toil and pain :
I suffer on my three-score years

Till my Deliverer come,
And wipe away His servant's tears,

And take His exile home.

30 what hath Jesus bought for me!

Before my ravished eyes
Rivers of life divine I see,

And trees of paradise !
I see a world of spirits bright,

Who reap the pleasures there;
They all are clothed in robes of white,

And conquering palms they bear.
4 O what are all my sufferings here,

If, Lord, Thou count me meet,
With that enraptured host to appear,

And worship at Thy feet !
Give joy or grief, give ease or pain,

Take life or friends away;
But let me find them all again

In that eternal day. C. Wesley. 1759. a.

C. M.

1 LORD, it belongs not to my care,

Whether I die or live:
To love and serve Thee is my share,

And this Thy grace must give.

If life be long, I will be glad

That I may long obey;
If short, yet why should I be sad

To soar to endless day?
2 Christ leads me through no darker rooms

Than He went through before :
He that into God's kingdom comes

Must enter by this door.
Come, Lord, when grace has made me meet

Thy blessed face to see;
For if Thy work on earth be sweet,

What will Thy glory be?
3 Then shall I end my sad complaints,

And weary sinful days,
And join with the triumphant saints,

That sing Jehovah's praise.
My knowledge of that Life is small,

The eye of faith is dim ;
But 'tis enough that Christ knows all,
And I shall be with Him.

Richard Baxter. 1681. a.




1 God bless our native land!
Firm may she ever stand,

Through storm and night;
When the wild tempests rave,
Ruler of wind and wave,
Do Thou our country save

By Thy great might!
2 For her our prayer shall rise
To God atove the skies;

On Him we wait:

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