A joy springs up amid distress, 2 O, to be brought to Jesus' feet, 3 0, blesséd be the hand that gave, Blessed be He who smites to save, Who heals the heart he breaks: Perfect and true are all his ways, Whom heaven adores and death obeys. 195. L. M. 61. H. WARE, JR. [Written in Sickness, March, 1836.] Prayer for Peace in God. 1 FATHER, thy gentle chastisement To warn me back to thy control, But like the morning clouds decay, 196. 7 & 6s M. RIPPON'S COL. The Soul aspiring to Heaven. 1 RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings; Towards heaven, thy native place. 2 Rivers to the ocean run, Nor stay in all their course; Heavenly Joy on Earth. 1 COME, we that love the Lord, 2 The sorrows of the mind Be banished from the place: 3 The men of grace have found Celestial fruits, on earthly ground, 4 Then let our songs abound, And every tear be dry: We're marching through Immanuel's ground, To fairer worlds on high. 198. C. M. WESLEY'S COL. The Saint's Rest. 1 LORD, I believe a rest remains, 2 A rest, where all our soul's desire Where fear, and sin, and grief expire, 3 O that I now the rest might know, Now, Father, now the power bestow, 4 Remove all hardness from my heart; To me the rest of faith impart, 199. L. M. ANONYMOUS. Memory of the Past. 1 How blest is he whose tranquil mind, 2 So, when the transient storm is past, 200. 11s M. CUNNINGHAM. "Are they not all ministering Spirits?" 1 How cheering the thought, that the spirits in bliss Will bow their bright wings to a world such as this, Will leave the sweet joys of the mansions above, To breathe o'er our bosoms some message of love! 2 They come, on the wings of the morning they come, Impatient to lead some poor wanderer home, Some pilgrim to snatch from this stormy abode, And lay him to rest in the arms of his God. 249 LIFE, DEATH, AND FUTURITY. 201. L. M. DODDRIDGE. The Wisdom of redeeming Time. 1 GOD of eternity, from thee Did infant Time his being draw: 2 Silent and swift they glide away: The boundless gulf from which it rose. 3 With it the thoughtless sons of men Before the rapid stream are borne On to their everlasting home, 1 Whence not one soul can e'er return. 4 Yet while the shore on either side 5 Great Source of wisdom, teach our hearts |