6 So shall his presence bless our souls, That hallow'd morn shall chase away 230. WAIT ON THE LORD. 8.7. Alma-Hibernia-Mariner's. 1 Mountains by the darkness hidden "God hath left us, God hath left us; 2 When he folds the cloud about him, 3 Travellers at night, by fleeing, 6 Like thee in faith, in meekness, love, From glory thus to glory changed 206. THE GREAT TRANSACTION. L. M. 1 O happy day, that fixed my choice On thee, my Saviour and my God! Well may this glowing heart rejoice, And tell its raptures all abroad. 2 O happy bond, that seals my vows, To him who merits all my love! Let cheerful anthems fill his house, While to that sacred shrine I move. 3 'Tis done: the great transaction's done; I am my Lord's, and he is mine. He drew me, and I followed on, Glad to confess the voice divine. 4 Now rest, my long-divided heart; Fixed on this blissful centre, rest. With ashes who would grudge to part, When called on angels' bread to feast? 5 High heaven, that heard the solemn vow, That vow renewed shall daily hear: Till in life's latest hour I bow, And bless in death a bond so dear. 2 Hast thou not known, hast thou not That firm remains on high 3 Art thou afraid his pow'r shall fail 4 Supreme in wisdom as in power Though him thou canst not see, nor trace 5 He gives the conquest to the weak, 6 Mere human power shall fast decay, 7 They with unwearied feet shall tread With growing ardour onward move, And leave my native land, Where sin lulls all to sleep: And sail to heaven with thee and thine. Yet what are seas, or stormy wind, 3 Thou art my pilot wise, My compass is thy Word; While I have such a Lord: And all my storms subside, And keep me near thy side; Far more the treach'rous calm I dread, To heaven, my destined place; 233. TEMPTATION. Solday-St. Ambrose_Burleigh. L.M. 1 The billows swell, the winds are high, 2 O Lord, the pilot's part perform, Defend me from each threatening ill, still!" 3 Amidst the roaring of the sea, 4 Dangers of every shape and name 5 Though tempest-tossed, and half a wreck, My Saviour through the floods I seek; Let neither winds nor stormy main Force back my shattered bark again. |