God of my life, I fly to thee
In each distressing day.
3 Should friends and kindred, near and dear,
Leave me to want, or die,
My God will make my life his care,
And all my need supply.
4 Wait on the Lord, ye trembling saints,
And keep your courage up;
He'll raise your spirit when it faints,
And far exceed your hope.
God the Pilgrim's Guide and Strength.
1 GUIDE me, O thou great Jehovah,
Pilgrim through this barren land:
I am weak, but thou art mighty;
Hold me with thy powerful hand:
Bread of heaven,
Feed me till I want no more.
2 Open now the crystal fountain,
Whence the healing streams do flow;
Let the fiery, cloudy pillar
Lead me all my journey through :
Strong Deliverer,
Be thou still my strength and shield.
3 When I tread the verge of Jordan,
Bid my anxious fears subside;
Bear me through the swelling current;
Land me safe on Canaan's side:
Songs of praises
I will ever give to thee.
1 O FATHER, good or evil send,
As seemeth best to thee,
And teach my stubborn soul to bend
In love to thy decree.
2 Whatever come, if thou wilt bless
The brightness and the gloom,
And temper joy, and soothe distress,
I fear no earthly doom.
3 Life cannot give a cureless sting;
Death can but crown my joy,
And waft me far, on angel's wing,
To heaven's divine employ.
Security and Comfort in God.
1 WHEN, overwhelmed with grief,
My heart within me dies,
Helpless, and far from all relief,
To heaven I lift mine eyes.
2 O, lead me to the Rock
That 's high above my head,
And make the covert of thy wings
My shelter and my shade.
3 Within thy presence, Lord,
For ever I'll abide ;
Thou art the tower of my defence,
The refuge where I hide.
4 Thou givest me the lot
Of those that fear thy name;
If endless life be their reward,
I shall possess the same.
1 THEY who on the Lord rely
Safely dwell, though danger 's nigh;
Lo! his sheltering wings are spread
O'er each faithful servant's head.
2 Vain temptation's wily snare ;
Christians are Jehovah's care ;
Harmless flies the shaft by day,
Or in darkness wings its way.
3 When they wake, or when they sleep,
Angel guards their vigils keep;
Death and danger may be near,
Faith and love have naught to fear.
C. M.
God the supreme Good.
1 IN vain we trace creation o'er
In search of sacred rest,
The whole creation is too poor
To make us fully blest.
2 In vain would this low world employ
Each flattering, specious wile;
For what can yield a real joy
But our Creator's smile?
3 Let earth with all her charms depart,
Unworthy of the mind;
In God alone this restless heart
An equal bliss can find.
4 Great Source of all felicity,
To whom our wishes tend !
Do not these wishes rise from thee,
And in thy favor end?
Secret Communion with God.
1 'T WAS in the watches of the night
I thought upon thy power;
I kept thy lovely face in sight,
Amid the darkest hour.
2 While I lay resting on my bed,
My soul arose on high;
My God, my life, my hope, I said,
Bring thy salvation nigh.
3 I strive to mount thy holy hill;
I walk the heavenly road;
Thy glories all my spirit fill,
While I commune with God.
4 Thy mercy stretches o'er my head
The shadow of thy wing;
My heart rejoices in thine aid,
And I thy praises sing.
L. M. 6 L.
Seeking after God.
1 THOU hidden love of God, whose height,
Whose depth, unfathomed, no man knows,
I see from far thy beauteous light;
Inly I sigh for thy repose;
My heart is pained; nor can it be
At rest till it find rest in thee.
2 Thy secret voice invites me still
The sweetness of thy yoke to prove;
And fain I would; but though my will
Seem fixed, yet wide my passions rove;
Yet hindrances strow all the way;
I aim at thee, yet from thee stray.
3 'T is mercy all, that thou hast brought
My mind to seek her peace in thee;
Yet, while I seek, but find thee not,
No peace my wandering soul shall see.
O, when shall all my wanderings end,
And all my steps to thee-ward tend?
4 Is there a thing beneath the sun
That strives with thee my heart to share?
Ah, tear it thence, and reign alone,
The Lord of every motion there;
Then shall my heart from earth be free,
When it hath found repose in thee.
1 THRICE happy souls, who, born from heaven,
While yet they sojourn here,
Do all their days with God begin,
And spend them in his fear.
2 'Midst hourly cares, may love present
Its incense to thy throne;
And, while the world our hands employs,
Our hearts be thine alone.
3 As sanctified to noblest ends,
Be each refreshment sought;
And by each various providence
Some wise instruction brought.
4 When to laborious duties called,
Or by temptations tried,
We'll seek the shelter of thy wings,
And in thy strength confide.
5 As different scenes of life arise,
Our grateful hearts would be
With thee, amidst the social band,
In solitude with thee.
6 In solid, pure delights like these,
Let all our days be past;
Nor shall we then impatient wish,
Nor shall we fear, the last.
1 O, FOR a closer walk with God,
A calm and heavenly frame,
A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb!
2 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed!
How sweet their memory still!
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