HEN gathering clouds around I view,
And days are dark, and friends are few,
On Him I lean, who not in vain
Experienced every human pain;
He sees my wants, allays my fears,
And counts, and treasures up my tears.
2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray
From heavenly wisdom's narrow way,
To fly the good I would pursue,
Or do the sin I would not do,
Still He, who felt temptation's power,
Shall guard me in that dangerous hour.
3 When sorrowing o'er some stone I bend,
Which covers what was once a friend,
And from his voice, his hand, his smile,
Divides me for a little while,
Thou, Saviour, mark'st the tears I shed,
For Thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead.
4 And O, when I have safely past
Through every conflict but the last,
Still, still unchanging, watch beside
My painful bed, for Thou hast died;
Then point to realms of cloudless day,
And wipe the latest tear away!
in sorrow, oft in woe,
Onward, Christians, onward go;
Fight the fight, maintain the strife,
Strengthened with the bread of life.
2 Let your drooping hearts be glad;
March, in heavenly armour clad;
Fight, nor think the battle long;
Soon shall victory wake your song.
3 Let not sorrow dim your eye,
Soon shall every tear be dry;
Let not fears your course impede,
Great your strength, if great your need.
4 Onward, then, in battle move;
More than conquerors ye shall prove;
Though opposed by many a foe,
Christian soldiers, onward go.
1 GOD, the refuge of my soul,
On Thee, when sorrows rise,
And gloomy waves of trouble roll,
My trembling hope relies.
2 To Thee I tell each rising grief,
For Thou alone canst heal:
Thy presence gives a sure relief
For every pain I feel.
3 Thou, Lord, hast bid me seek Thy face,
And I in faith draw nigh;
Though most unworthy of Thy grace,
Yet, Lord, accept my cry.
4 Thou waitest to be gracious still,
And, near Thy mercy seat,
O let my soul attend Thy will,
And bow before Thy feet!
OW glorious Sion's courts appear,
The city of our God!
His throne He hath established here,
Here fixed His loved abode.
2 Its walls, defended by His grace,
No power shall e'er o'erthrow;
Salvation is its bulwark sure
Against the assailing foe.
3 Lift up the everlasting gates,
The doors wide open fling;
Enter, ye nations, who obey
The statutes of our King.
4 Here shall ye taste unmingled joys,
And dwell in perfect peace,
Ye who have known Jehovah's Name,
And trusted in His
5 Trust in the Lord, for ever trust,
And banish all your fears;
Strength in the Lord Jehovah dwells,
Eternal as His years.
1 SOLDIERS of Christ! arise,
And put your armour on;
Strong in the strength which God supplies,
Through His eternal Son.
2 Strong in the Lord of Hosts,
And in His mighty power:
Who in the strength of Jesus trusts
Is more than conqueror.
3 Stand, then, in His great might,
With all His strength endued;
And take, to arm you for the fight,
4 That having all things done,
And all your conflicts past,
Ye may o'ercome, through Christ alone,
And stand complete at last.
Each in his office wait,
Observant of His heavenly word,
And watchful at His gate.
2 Let all your lamps be bright,
And trim the golden flame;
Gird up your loins, as in His sight,
For awful is His Name.
3 Watch, 'tis the Lord's command;
And while we speak, He's near;
Mark the first signal of His hand,
And ready all appear.
4 O happy servant he,
In such a posture found!
He shall his Lord with rapture see,
And be with honour crowned.
5 Christ shall the banquet spread,
With His own royal hand;
And raise that faithful servant's head
Amidst the angelic band.
AWAKE, ye saints, and raise your eyes,
And raise your voices high;
Awake and praise that sovereign love
That shows salvation nigh!
2 Swift on the wings of time it flies,
Each moment brings it near;
Then welcome each declining day,
Welcome each closing year!
3 Not many years their rounds shall run,
Not many mornings rise,
Ere all its glories stand revealed
To our admiring eyes.
4 Ye wheels of nature, speed your course,
Ye mortal powers, decay!
Fast as ye bring the night of death,
Ye bring eternal day.
EHOVAH, wonderful His Name!
My vast inheritance I claim;
The eternal Lord Himself bestows,
And with His grace my cup o'erflows.
2 Where'er His presence shines around,
A paradise on earth is found:
But in His heaven, and near His seat,
My soul's best heritage I wait.
3 What though I yield my fainting breath, And sinking midst the shades of death,
My body to the tomb resign;
I am the Lord's, the Lord is mine.
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