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He ruleth all things well.
YIVE to the winds thy fears;
U Hope, and be undismay'd;
God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears;
God shall lift up thy head;
Through waves, and clouds, and storms,
He gently clears thy way;
Wait thou his time, so shall this night
Soon end in joyous day.
2 Still heavy is thy heart?
Still sink thy spirits down?
Cast off the weight,-let fear depart,
And every care be gone.
What though thou rulest not;
Yet heaven, and earth, and hell,
Proclaim,-God sitteth on the throne,
And ruleth all things well.
3 Leave to his sov'reign sway
To choose and to command:
So shalt thou, wond'ring, own his way,
How wise, how strong his hand!
Far, far above thy thought
His counsel shall appear,
When fully he the work hath wrought
That caused thy needless fear.
He careth for you.
EACE, troubled soul, thou need'st not fear; Thy great Provider still is near; Who fed thee last, will feed thee still: Be calm, and sink into his will.
2 The Lord, who built the earth and sky,
In mercy stoops to hear thy cry;
His promise all may freely claim:
Ask and receive in Jesus' name.
3 Without reserve give Christ your heart;
Let him his righteousness impart;
Then all things else he'll freely give;
With him you all things shall receive.
4 Thus shall the soul be truly blest,
That seeks in God his only rest;
May I that happy person be,
In time and in eternity.
Deliverance is, at hand.
MY span of life will soon be done,
As length'ning shadows o'er the mead,
Proclaim the close of day.
20 that my heart might dwell aloof From all created things;
And learn that wisdom from above,
Whence true contentment springs.
3 Courage, my soul; thy bitter cross,
In every trial here,
Shall bear thee to thy heaven above,
But shall not enter there.
4 The sighing ones, that humbly seek
In sorrowing paths below,
Shall in eternity rejoice,
Where endless comforts flow.
5 Soon will the toilsome strife be o'er,
Of sublunary care,
And life's dull vanities no more
This anxious breast ensnare.
6 Courage, my soul; on God rely;
Deliv'rance soon will come;
A thousand ways has Providence
To bring believers home.
Walking by faith.
Iowa quaven we calmly sail,
With grateful hearts, O God, to thee,
We'll own the fav'ring gale.
2 But should the surges rise,
And rest delay to come,
Blest be the sorrow, kind the storm,
Which drives us nearer home.
3 Soon shall our doubts and fears
All yield to thy control:
Thy tender mercies shall illume
The midnight of the soul.
4 Teach us, in every state,
To make thy will our own;
And when the joys of sense depart,
To live by faith alone.
In hope, believing against hope.
WAY, my unbelieving fear!
My Saviour doth not yet appear,
He hides the brightness of his face:
But shall I therefore let him go,
And basely to the tempter yield?
No, in the strength of Jesus, no,
I never will give up my shield.
2 Although the vine its fruit deny,
Although the olive yield no oil,
The with ring fig-trees droop and die,
The fields elude the tiller's toil,-
The empty stall no herd afford,
And perish all the bleating race,
Yet will I triumph in the Lord,-
The God of my salvation praise.
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.
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.
THEE, Jesus, full of truth and grace,
Saviour, we adore;
Thee in affliction's furnace praise,
And magnify thy power.
2 Thy power, in human weakness shown, Shall make us all entire ;
We now thy guardian presence own,
And walk, unburnt, in fire.
3 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.
OD of thine Israel's faithful three,
Who braved the tyrant's ire,
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 thou, 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.
UBMISSIVELY, my God,
I all to thee resign,
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.