William C. Filby 354 ONWARD 5. 5. 5. 5. 6. 5. 6. 5. ま 1. Breast the wave, Chris-tian, When it is strong-est; Watch for day, Chris-tian, When the night's long-est; On-ward and onward still Be thine endeavor; God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears; God shall lift up thy head. With grateful hearts, O God, to thee, We'll own the fav'ring gale. know not where his islands lift Their fronded palms in air; I only know I cannot drift Beyond his love and care. And thou, O Lord, by whom are seen Thy creatures as they be, Forgive me if too close I lean My human heart on thee. John G. Whittier 360 MEAR C. M. Old American Tune I. I love the Lord: he heard my cries, And pit ied 2 ev 'ry groan 2 I love the Lord: he bowed his ear, 3 The Lord beheld me sore distressed, And chased my grief away; O let my heart no more despair, While I have breath to pray. He bade my pains remove: Return, my soul, to God, thy rest, For thou hast known his love. 2 We ask not, Father, for repose [deep, 4 That peace which flows serene and 3 That peace which suffers and is strong, 5 O Father, give our hearts this peace, Trusts where it cannot see, Deems not the trial-way too long, But leaves the end with thee: Whate'er the outward be, Till all life's discipline shall cease, |