4 Absent from Thee, my Guide, my Light, Without one cheering ray, Through dangers, fears, and gloomy night, 5 O shine on this benighted heart, Hymn. Unsettled Heart made a house of Prayer. 1 THY mansion is the Christian's heart, O LORD, Thy dwelling-place secure! Bid the unruly throng depart, And leave the consecrated door. 2 Devoted as it is to Thee, A thievish swarm frequents the place; 3 There too a sharp designing trade Sin, Satan, and the world, maintain; Nor cease to press me, and persuade, To part with ease, and purchase pain. 4 I know them, and I hate their din; Am weary of the bustling crowd; 5 Oh! for the joy Thy presence gives! Hymn. Afflictions permitted. 1 AFFLICTIONS do not come alone, A voice attends the rod; 2 By both He to His saints is known, 'Let not My children slight the stroke Nor faint beneath My kind rebuke; 3 The wicked I perhaps may leave 4 If therefore you were left without You might with cause admit a doubt 5 I see your hearts at present fill'd 6 Break thro' the clouds, dear LORD, and shine! Let us perceive Thee nigh! And to each mourning child of Thine Hymn. Benefit of Afflictions. 1 WHEN the LORD rebukes His servant, 'Tis to save, and not destroy; "Tis to make my spirit fervent; "Tis to give me real joy; "Tis to make me better know That my rest is not below. 2 Shall I then repine at trials, By my FATHER's love decreed? 3 Since the LORD has giv'n me reason 4 Shall I murmur at His dealings? Since He knows my frame and feelings, And remembers I am dust? Shall I not receive the rod, 5 Hear me, LORD, in my petition: LORD, uphold me by Thy pow'r. Hymn. Protection in the greatest Trouble. 1 PEACE, doubting heart, my GOD's I am; 2 When passing through the watʼry deep, They cannot harm; for GOD is there! 3 Still nigh me, O my SAVIOUR, stand! And guard in fierce temptation's hour; Hide in the hollow of Thy hand; Shew forth in me Thy saving pow'r: Still be Thy arms my sure defence; Nor earth nor hell shall pluck me thence. 4 When darkness intercepts the skies, And sorrow's waves around me roll, Hymn. Looking beyond the Vale. 1 COME on, my partners in distress, My comrades through the wilderness, Who still your bodies feel; Awhile forget your griefs and fears, 2 Beyond the bounds of time and space Look forward to that heav'nly place, The saints' secure abode : On faith's strong eagle pinions rise, 3 Who suffer with our Master here, To patient faith the prize is sure; The cross, shall wear the crown. 4 Thrice blessed bliss-inspiring hope! 5 In hope of that ecstatic pause, |