Imágenes de páginas

“What shall I do,” was then the word,

“ That I may worthier grow ? ” “ What shall I render to the Lord ?”

Is my inquiry now.

To see the law by Christ fulfilled

And hear His pardoning voice, Changes a slave into a child,

And duty into choice.


SOMETIMES a light surprises

The Christian while he sings : It is the Lord, who rises

With healing in His wings.

When comforts are declining,

He grants the soul again A season of clear shining,

To cheer it after rain.

In holy contemplation

We sweetly then pursue
The theme of God's salvation,

And find it ever new :

Set free from present sorrow,

We cheerfully can say,
E'en let the unknown morrow

Bring with it what it may.

It can bring with it nothing,

But He will bear us through : Who gives the lilies clothing,

Will clothe His people too.

Beneath the spreading heavens

No creature but is fed ;
And He who feeds the ravens,

Will give His children bread.

Though vine nor fig-tree either

Their wonted fruit should bear; Though all the field should wither,

Nor flock nor herd be there ;

Yet God the same abiding,

His praise shall tune my voice ; For, while in Him confiding,

I cannot but rejoice.


How sweet the name of Jesus sounds

In a believer's ear!
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,

And drives away his fear.

It makes the wounded spirit whole,

It calms the troubled breast ; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul,

And to the weary, rest.

Dear name! the rock on which I build !

My shield and hiding-place;
My never failing treasury, filled

With boundless stores of grace.

Jesus ! my shepherd, husband, friend,

My prophet, priest, and king ;
My Lord, my life, my way, my end,

Accept the praise I bring.

Weak is the effort of my heart,

And cold my warmest thought ; But when I see Thee as thou art,

I'll praise Thee as I ought.

« AnteriorContinuar »