Who points the clouds their course, Whom winds and seas obey; He shall direct thy wandering feet, He shall prepare thy way.
No profit canst thou gain By self-consuming care; To him commend thy cause, Attends the softest prayer.
Then on the Lord rely, So safe shalt thou go on ;
Fix on his work thy steadfast eye, So shall thy work be done.
1 WHEN grief and anguish press me down, And hope and comfort flee,
I cling, O Father, to thy throne, And stay my heart on thee.
2 When death invades my peaceful home, The sundered ties shall be A closer bond, in time to come, To bind my heart to thee.
3 Lord, not my will, but thine, be done! My soul, from fear set free,
Her faith shall anchor at thy throne, And trust alone in thee.
1 BE still, my heart! these anxious cares To thee are burdens, thorns, and snares; They cast dishonor on thy Lord, And contradict his gracious word.
2 Brought safely by his hand thus far, Why wilt thou now give place to fear? How canst thou want if he provide, Or lose thy way with such a guide?
Did ever trouble yet befall,
And he refuse to hear thy call? And has he not his promise past, That thou shalt overcome at last?
4 He who has helped me hitherto Will help me all my journey through, And give me daily cause to raise New trophies to his endless praise.
1 FATHER, refuge of my soul, Let me to thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high: Hide me, O my Father, hide, Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide ; O, receive my soul at last!
2 Other refuge have I none;
Helpless hangs my soul on thee; Leave, O leave me not alone! Still support and comfort me. All my trust on thee is stayed, All my help from thee I bring; Cover my defenceless head
With the shadow of thy wing.
3 Thou, O God, art all I want;
Boundless love, through Christ, I find: Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Thou of life the fountain art; Freely let me take of thee; Reign, O Lord, within my heart; Reign to all eternity.
Acquiescence in the Divine Will.
1 AUTHOR of good, we rest on thee; Thine ever-watchful eye Alone our real wants can see, Thy hand alone supply.
2 In thine all-gracious providence Our cheerful hopes confide; O, let thy power be our defence, Thy love our footsteps guide.
3 And since, by passion's force subdued, Too oft, with stubborn will,
We blindly shun the latent good, And grasp the specious ill,-
4 Not what we wish, but what we want, Let mercy still supply:
The good unasked, O Father, grant ; The ill, though asked, deny.
1 O HAPPY they who know the Lord, With whom he deigns to dwell; He feeds and cheers them by his word, His arm supports them well.
2 To them, in each distressing hour, His throne of grace is near;
And, when they plead his love and power, He stands engaged to hear.
3 He helped his saints in ancient days Who trusted in his name; And we can witness, to his praise, His love is still the same.
4 His presence sweetens all our cares, And makes our burdens light; A word from him dispels our fears, And gilds the gloom of night.
5 Lord, we expect to suffer here, Nor would we dare repine; But give us still to find thee near, And own us still for thine.
6 Let us enjoy and highly prize The tokens of thy love,
Till thou shalt bid our spirits rise To worship thee above.
1 WHEN sin and sorrow, fear and pain, My trembling heart dismay,
My feeble strength, alas, how vain! - It sinks and dies away.
2 My spirit asks a firmer prop; I lean upon the Lord; My God, the pillar of my hope Is thy unchanging word.
3 On this are built the brightest joys Celestial beings know; And 't is the same almighty voice Supports the saints below.
4 "T is this upholds the rolling spheres And heaven's immortal frame; Then let my soul suppress her fears, My basis is the same.
5 Thy sacred word, thy solemn oath, For ever must remain ;
I trust in everlasting truth, Nor shall my trust be vain.
"Lord, be thou my helper."
1 O HELP US, Lord! each hour of need
Thy heavenly succour give :
Help us in thought, and word, and deed, Each hour on earth we live.
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