3 Should cares, like a wide deluge, come,
And storms of sorrow fall;
May I but safely reach my home,
My God, my heaven, my all.
4 There shall I bathe my weary soul
In seas of heavenly rest,
And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.
Confidence in God.
OD is my strong salvation ;
What foe have I to fear?
In darkness and temptation,
My light, my help is near.
Though hosts encamp around me,
Firm to the fight I stand ;
What terror can confound me,
With God at my right hand ?
2 Place on the Lord reliance;
My soul, with courage wait :
His truth be thine affiance,
When faint and desolate.
His might thy heart shall strengthen ;
His love thy joy increase;
Mercy thy days shall lengthen ;
The Lord will give thee peace.
The power of Prayer.
THE is an eye that never sleeps
Beneath the wing of night;
There is an ear that never shuts,
When sink the beams of light.
2 There is an arm that never tires,
When human strength gives way ;
There is a love that never fails,
When earthly loves decay.
3 That eye is fixed on seraph-throngs;
That arm upholds the sky;
That ear is filled with angel's songs ;
That love is throned on high.
4 But there's a power which man can wield,
When mortal aid is vain,
That eye, that arm, that love to reach,
That listening ear to gain.
5 That power is prayer; which soars on high,
Through Jesus, to the throne;
And moves the hand which moves the world,
To bring salvation down.
48. "Blessed are the dead that die in the Lord." C.M.
WHY should our tears in sorrow flow,
When God recalls his own;
And bids them leave a world of woe,
For an immortal crown?
2 Is not e'en death a gain to those
Whose life to God was given?
Gladly to earth their eyes they close,
To open them in heaven.
3 Their toils are past; their work is done
And they are fully blest:
They fought the fight, the victory won,
And entered into rest.
4 And is not He who called them home,
Still to his church most nigh;
To bid yet other labourers come,
And all her need supply?
5 Then let our sorrows cease to flow;
God has recalled his own;
And let our hearts in every woe,
Still say, "Thy will be done."
"The Lord is my Shepherd."
1 THE Lord is my Shepherd,
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No want shall I know;
I feed in green pastures,
Safe folded I rest;
He leadeth my soul where
The still waters flow ;
Restores me when wandering,
Redeems when oppressed.
2 Through the valley and shadow
Of death though I stray,
Since Thou art my guardian,
No evil I fear;
Thy rod shall defend me,
Thy staff be my stay;
No harm can befall with
My Comforter near.
3 In the midst of affliction
My table is spread ;
With blessings unmeasured
My cup runneth o'er ;
With perfume and oil Thou
Anointest my head :
O! what shall I ask of
Thy providence more ?
4 Let goodness and mercy,
My bountiful God!
Still follow my steps till
I meet Thee above:
I seek, by the path which
My forefathers trod,
Through the land of their sojourn,
Thy kingdom of love.
The Resurrection.
HE happy morn is come :
Triumphant o'er the grave,
The Saviour leaves the tomb,
Omnipotent to save :
Captivity is captive led ;
For Jesus liveth that was dead!
2 Christ hath the ransom paid ;
The glorious work is done;
On Him our help is laid;
By Him our victory won:
Captivity is captive led ;
For Jesus liveth that was dead!
3 All hail, triumphant Lord!
The resurrection Thou ;
Hail, the incarnate word!
Before thy throne we bow.
Captivity is captive led ;
For Jesus liveth that was dead!
Redeeeming Love.
ET earth and heaven agree,
Angels and men be joined,
To celebrate with me
The Saviour of mankind;
T'adore the all-atoning Lamb,
And bless the sound of Jesu's name.
2 Jesus, transporting sound!
The joy of earth and heaven;
No other help is found,
No other name is given,
By which we can salvation have;
For Jesus came the world to save.
3 His name the sinner hears,
And is from sin set free;
'Tis music in his ears,
'Tis life and victory :
New songs do now his lips employ;
His soul is filled with holy joy.
4 O unexampled love!
O all-redeeming grace!
How swiftly didst Thou move
To save a fallen race!
What shall I do to make it known,
What Thou for all mankind hast done ?
5 0 for a trumpet voice,
On all the world to call!
To bid their hearts rejoice
In Him who died for all!
For all my Lord was crucified :
For all, for all my Saviour died.
The better land.
is a happy land,
Far, far away,
Where saints in glory stand,
Bright, bright as day:
O, how they sweetly sing,
Worthy is our Saviour King!
Loud let his praises ring;
Praise, praise for aye!
2 Come to this happy land,
Come, come away!
Why will ye doubting stand,
Why still delay ?
O, we shall happy be,
When from sin and sorrow free,
Lord! we shall live with Thee;
Blest, blest, for aye!
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