4 When we in darkness walk, And rest upon His Name. 5 Soon shall our doubts and fears 6 Blest is the man, O God, 525 1 That stays himself on Thee! Augustus M. Toplady. 1772. Wenn mich die Sünden kränken. S. M. WHEN sorrow and remorse 3 Whate'er the burden be, Or want or shame, I look to Thee: 4 And let Thy sorrows cheer Give strength to cast away all fear, 526 5 Since Thou hast died for me, From Miss Winkworth. 1855. 1 THOU art my Hiding-place, O Lord! C. M. 2 When storms of fierce temptations beat, My refuge is the mercy-seat, From strife of tongues and bitter words 3 'Mid trials heavy to be borne, Ah, what could give the sufferer rest, But this, the witness in my breast 4 And when Thy awful voice commands And life, in its last lingering sands, 527 Then, though it be in accents weak, And ask for strength in death to speak, Thomas Raffles. 1843. C. M. 10 THOU, from whom all goodness flows, In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes, 2 When groaning on my burdened heart, My pardon speak, new peace impart; 3 Temptations sore obstruct my way, O give me strength, Lord, as my day; 4 Distrest with pain, disease, and grief, Grant patience, rest, and kind relief; 5 When in the solemn hour of death Be this the prayer of my last breath, 6 And when before Thy throne I stand 528 Then, with the saints at Thy right hand, Thomas Haweis. 1792. a. 1 AND let this feeble body fail, And let it droop or die; My soul shall quit the mournful vale C. M. 529 Shall join the disembodied saints, 2 In hope of that immortal crown, And wipe away His servant's tears, 3 0 what hath Jesus bought for me! 4 0 what are all my sufferings here, Give joy or grief, give ease or pain, But let me find them all again In that eternal day. C. Wesley. 1759. a. 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. C. M. If life be long, I will be glad If short, yet why should I be sad 2 Christ leads me through no darker rooms Must enter by this door. Come, Lord, when grace has made me meet For if Thy work on earth be sweet, 3 Then shall I end my sad complaints, And join with the triumphant saints, My knowledge of that Life is small, But 'tis enough that Christ knows all, Richard Baxter. 1681. a. 530 NATIONAL. 1 GOD bless our native land! 2 For her our prayer shall rise On Him we wait: 6, 4. |