3 In hope, believing against hope,
Jesus, my Lord, my God, I claim;
Jesus, my strength, shall lift me up;
Salvation is in Jesus' name.
To me he soon shall bring it nigh;
My soul shall then outstrip the wind;
On wings of love mount up on high,
And leave the world and sin behind.
C. M. Casting all your care upon Him. TILL on the Lord thy burden roll, Nor let a care remain;
His mighty arm shall bear thy soul,
And all thy griefs sustain.
2 Ne'er will the Lord his aid deny
To those who trust his love;
And they who on his grace rely,
Shall sing his praise above.
Glorying in tribulations.
HEE, Jesus, full of truth and grace,
Thee, Saviour, we adore;
Thee in affliction's furnace praise,
And magnify thy power.
Thy power, in human weakness shown,
Shall make us all entire;
We now thy guardian presence own,
And walk, unburnt, in fire.
8 Thee, Son of man, by faith we see,
And glory in our Guide;
Surrounded and upheld by thee,
The fiery test abide.
4 The fire our graces shall refine,
Till, moulded from above,
We bear the character divine,-
The stamp of perfect love.
Fearless in the furnace of affliction. COD of thine Israel's faithful three,
Who nobly scorn'd to bow the knee,
And walk'd, unhurt, in fire :-
O breathe their faith into my breast,
In every trying hour;
And stand, O Son of man, confess'd
In all thy saving power!
2 While thon, Almighty Lord, art nigh,
My soul disdains to fear;
Both sin and Satan I defy,
Still impotently near;
The earth and hell their wars may wage,
I mark their vain design:
And calmly smile to see them rage
Against a child of thine.
The unchangeable truth and love of Jesus.
CUBMISSIVELY, my God,
And bow before thy chast'ning rod;
Nor will I, Lord, repine.
2 Why should my heart complain,
When wisdom, truth, and love
Direct the stroke, inflict the pain,
And point to joys above!
3 How short my suff'rings here;
How needful every cross:
Away with doubt, distrust, and fear,
Nor call my gain my loss.
4 Then give, or take away,
I'll bless thy sacred Name:
Jesus to-day, and yesterday,
And ever, is the same.
Steadfast reliance and confident anticipation.
THOUGH waves and storms go o'er my head,
Though strength, and health, and friends be
gone;
Though joys be wither'd all, and dead,
Though every comfort be withdrawn;
On this my steadfast soul relies,-
Father, thy mercy never dies.
2 Fix'd on this ground will I remain,
Though my heart fail, and flesh decay;
This anchor shall my soul sustain,
When earth's foundations melt away; Mercy's full power I then shall prove, Loved with an everlasting Love.
I will fear no evil, for thou art with me.
PEACE, doubting heart, my God's I am;
Who form'd me man forbids my fear;
The Lord hath call'd me by my name;
The Lord protects, forever near:
His blood for me did once atone,
And still he loves and guards his own.
2 When, passing through the watery deep,
I ask in faith his promised aid,
The waves an awful distance keep,
And shrink from my devoted head:
Fearless, their violence I dare;
They cannot harm, for God is there!
3 To Him mine eye of faith I turn,
And through the fire pursue my way;
The fire forgets its power to burn,-
The lambent flames around me play:
I own his power, accept the sign,
And shout to prove the Saviour mine.
The sure foundation.
IN every trying hour
My soul to Jesus flies;
I trust in his almighty power,
When swelling billows rise.
2 His comforts bear me up;
I trust a faithful God;
The sure foundation of my hope
Is in my Saviour's blood.
8 Loud hallelujahs sing,
To our Redeemer's Name;
In joy or sorrow-life or death-
His love is still the same.
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The servant shall be as his Lord.
THY every suff'ring servant, Lord,
Shall as his perfect Master be;
To all thy inward life restored,
And outwardly conform'd to thee:
Out of thy grave the saints shall rise,
And grasp, through death, the glorious prize.
2 This is the straight, the royal way
That leads us to the courts above;
Here let us ever, ever stay,
Till, on the wings of perfect love, We take our last, triumphant flight, From Calvary's to Zion's height.
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Triumphant confidence in the Saviour.
STILL nigh me, O my Saviour, stand,
And guard in fierce temptation's hour;
Hide in the hollow of thy hand;
Show forth in me thy saving power:
Still be thy arms my sure defence,
Nor earth nor hell shall pluck me thence.
2 Since thou hast bid me come to thee,
(Good as thou art, and strong to save,)
I'll walk o'er life's tempestuous sea,
Upborne by the unyielding wave;
Dauntless, though rocks of pride be near,
And yawning whirlpools of despair.
3 When darkness intercepts the skies,
And sorrow's waves around me roll,
And high the storms of troubles rise,
And half o'erwhelm my sinking soul;
My soul a sudden calm shall feel,
And hear a whisper,-Peace; be still!
4 Though in affliction's furnace tried,
Unhurt, on snares and death I'll tread;
Though sin assail, and hell, thrown wide,
Pour all its flames upon my head;
Like Moses' bush I'll mount the higher,
And flourish, unconsumed, in fire.
It is I; be not afraid.
WHEN power divine in mortal form
Hush'd with a word the raging storm,
In soothing accents Jesus said,-
Lo it is 1; be not afraid.
2 So when in silence nature sleeps,
And lonely watch the mourner keeps,
One thought shall every pang remove-
Trust, feeble man, thy Maker's love.
3 God calms the tumult and the storm;
He rules the seraph and the worm:
No creature is by him forgot
Of those who know, or know him not.
4 And when the last dread hour shall come,
And shudd'ring nature wait her doom,
This voice shall wake the pious dead,-
Lo, it is I; be not afraid.
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