3 Though Jesus sometimes hides his face, And darkness overspreads our ways; Oh, 'tis a soul-reviving word, "Our steps are order'd by the Lord!" 4 Soon shall we reach that land of joy, Where pleasures are without alloy; And there with gratitude record, "Our steps were order'd by the Lord!" Hosea xiii, 9. (c. M.) 1 WHEN most we need his helping hand, The Lord is always near; With heav'n and earth, at his command, 2 His love no bound, nor measure knows; 3 When darkness seems to veil his face, 4 And when our dearest comforts fail, He still to us is all in all; Himself he gives us still. 78 Nehemiah ix, 15. (P. M.) 1 THOU sinner's Friend, Redeemer, Lord, 2 We drink, and fresh renew our way, Though dangers thick our path surround, 3 Thus trav'lling on the heav'nly road, 79 Job xlix, 1. (c. M.) 1 REMARK, my soul, the narrow bounds Of the revolving year; How swift the weeks complete their rounds, How short the months appear! 2 So fast eternity comes on, And that important day; When all that mortal hand has done, 3 Waken, O God, my trifling heart, 4 So shall their course more fruitful roll, Or this shall bear my happy soul 80 2 Corinthians v, 1. (c. M.) 1 THERE is a house, not made with hands, Eternal and on high; And here my spirit waiting stands, 2 Shortly this prison of my clay Then, O my soul, with joy obey, 3 'Tis he, by his almighty grace, That forms thee fit for heav'n; 4 We walk by faith of joys to come; But while the body is our home, We're absent from the Lord. 5 "Tis pleasant to believe thy grace, We would be absent from the flesh, 81 1 Corinthians xv, 20. (P. M.) 1 O JOYFUL sound! O glorious hour! When Christ, by his almighty pow'r, Arose and left the grave: Now let our songs his triumphs tell, 2 "The first begotten from the dead," What though the saints like him shall die, And triumph with their King. 3 No more we tremble at the grave; What though this earthly house shall fail, 82 Psalm xxiii, 5. (L. M.) 1 MY God, and is thy table spread? And does thy cup with love o'erflow? Thither be all thy children led, And let them all its sweetness know. 2 Hail, sacred feast, which Jesus makes! 4 Let crowds approach, with hearts prepar'd, 5 Revive thy dying churches, Lord, 83 Acts xvi, 9. (P. M.) 1 FROM Greenland's icy mountains, From many an ancient river, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain. |