141. Tho sorrows rise and dangers roll. "Altho my house be not so with God; yet He hath made with me an everlasting covenant, ordered in all things, and sure." L. M. D. REGINALD HEBER, 1820. Eliada. JOHANN N. CRUger, 1649, arr. Tho sor-rows rise and dangers roll, In waves of dark-ness o'er my soul; Tho conscience, fiercest of my foes, Swells with remembered guilt my woes; Yet ev❜n in nature's ut most ill, I love Thee, Lord! I love Thee still! 2. Tho Sinai's curse, in thunder dread, Peals o'er mine unprotected head, And memory points with busy pain, To grace and mercy given in vain; Till nature, shrinking in the strife, Would fly to Hell to 'scape from life; Tho every thought has power to kill, 3. Oh, by the pangs Thyself hast borne, The ruffian's blow, the tyrant's scorn, By Sinai's curse, whose dreadful doom Was buried in Thy guiltless tomb; By these my pangs, whose healing smart, Thy grace hath planted in my heart— I know, I feel Thy bounteous will, [still! I love Thee, Lord! I love Thee still! Thou lov'st me, Lord! Thou lov'st me 145. How brightly glows the Morning-Star. "Thro the tender mercy of our God, the Dayspring from on high hath visited us." Strike, to our God, the sounding string! In steadfast love rejoicing. Jubilation, Adoration! Laud the story, He, the Christ, is King of Glory! 146. C. M. Lord Jesus! How I hail Thy name! Thy pierced hand-clasp winning. Come to meet me, Rapt to greet Thee. Soon, of love's eternal morning! Oh! not to fill the mouth of fame. "The God whose I am, whom also I serve." THOMAS H. GILL, 1859, abr. Obedience. PHILADELPHIA CHORALBUCH, 1813. 1. Oh not to fill the mouth of fame My long-ing soul is stirred; Oh give me a di- vin er name: Call me Thy servant, Lord! |