2 The wounded conscience knows its power The healing balm to give; That balm the saddest heart can cheer, And make the dying live.
3 Wide it unveils celestial worlds, Where deathless pleasures reign, And bids us seek our portion there, Nor bids us seek in vain.
4 On that bright prospect may we rest, Till this frail body dies;
And then, on faith's triumphant wings, To endless glory rise.
1 FAITH is the Christian's prop Whereon his sorrows lean; It is the substance of his hope, His proof of things unseen;
It is the anchor of his soul When tempests rage and billows roll.
2 Faith is the polar star
That guides the Christian's way, Directs his wanderings from afar To realms of endless day;
It points the course where'er he roam, And safely leads the pilgrim home.
3 Faith is the rainbow's form,
Hung on the brow of heaven, The glory of the passing storm, The pledge of mercy given; It is the bright, triumphal arch, Through which the saints to glory march.
Prayer for Strong Faith.
10, FOR a faith that will not shrink Though pressed by every foe, That will not tremble on the brink Of any earthly woe!-
2 That will not murmur nor complain Beneath the chastening rod, But, in the hour of grief or pain, Will lean upon its God;-
3 A faith that shines more bright and clear When tempests rage without; That when in danger knows no fear, In darkness feels no doubt;-
4 Lord, give us such a faith as this, And then, whate'er may come,
We'll taste, e'en here, the hallowed bliss Of an eternal home.
1 BORNE o'er the ocean's stormy wave, The beacon's light appears,
When yawns the seaman's watery grave, And his lone bosom cheers.
2 Then, should the raging ocean foam, His heart shall dauntless prove, To reach, secure, his cherished home, The haven of his love.
3 So, when the soul is wrapt in gloom, To worldly grief a prey,
Thy beams, blest Hope, beyond the tomb, Illume the pilgrim's way.
4 They point to that serene abode Where holy faith shall rest, Protected by the sufferer's God, And be forever blest.
The Christian rejoicing in Hope. 1 CHILDREN of the Heavenly King, As ye journey, sweetly sing; Sing your Saviour's worthy praise, Glorious in his works and ways.
2 Ye are travelling home to God, In the way the fathers trod; They are happy now, and ye Soon their happiness shall see.
3 Shout, ye little flock, and blest; You on Jesus' throne shall rest; There your seat is now prepared, There your kingdom and reward. 4 Lord, submissive make us go, Ready, leaving all below; Only thou our Leader be, And we still will follow thee.
The Hope, the Star, the Voice.
1 THERE is a hope, a blesséd hope, More precious and more bright Than all the joyless mockery The world esteems delight.
2 There is a star, a lovely star, That lights the darkest gloom, And sheds a peaceful radiance o'er The prospects of the tomb.
3 There is a voice, a cheering voice, That lifts the soul above,
Dispels the painful, anxious doubt, And whispers, "God is love."
4 That voice, aloud from Calvary's height, Proclaims the soul forgiven; That star is revelation's light; That hope, the hope of heaven.
1 ALL nature feels attractive power, A strong, embracing force; The drops that sparkle in the shower, The planets in their course.
2 Thus, in the universe of mind, Is felt the law of love;
The charity both strong and kind, For all that live and move.
3 In this fine sympathetic chain All creatures bear a part; Their every pleasure, every pain, Linked to the feeling heart.
4 More perfect bond, the Christian plan Attaches soul to soul;
Our neighbor is the suffering man, Though at the farthest pole.
5 To earth below, from heaven above, The faith in Christ professed,
More clearly shows that God is love, And whom he loves is blessed.
1 O, MAY our sympathizing breasts The generous pleasure know, Kindly to share in others' joy, And weep for others' woe!
2 Where'er the helpless sons of grief In low distress are laid,
Soft be our hearts their pains to feel, And swift our hands to aid.
3 0, be the law of love fulfilled In every act and thought, Each angry passion far removed, Each selfish view forgot!
4 Be thou, my heart, dilated wide With this kind, social grace, And, in one grasp of fervent love, All earth and heaven embrace.
1 HAPPY the heart where graces reign, Where love inspires the breast: Love is the brightest of the train, And strengthens all the rest.
2 Knowledge-alas! 't is all in vain, And all in vain our fear;
Our stubborn sins will fight and reign, If love be absent there.
3 This is the grace that lives and sings,. When faith and hope shall cease; "Tis this shall strike our joyful strings In realms of endless peace.
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