74 DORT. 6s & 4s M. Dr. LOWELL MASON. 3 4 2 Far 1 Sound, sound the truth a-broad! Bear ye the word of God o'er the sea and land-'T is our Lord's own command— 9:3 4 Thro' the wide world: Tell what our Lord has done; Tell how the Bear ye his name: Bear it to ev'ry shore; Regions un From a Scotch tune. 4 Dr. L. MASON. 1 God is the re-fuge of his saints, When storms of sharp dis 9b4 5-4 tress invade; Ere we can offer our complaints, Be hold him present with his aid. flow God our Refuge. 2 Let mountains from their seats be hurled Down to the deep, and buried there; Convulsions shake the solid world; Our faith shall never yield to fear. That sacred stream, thy holy word, Our grief allays, our fear controls; 3 There is a stream, whose gentle flow | 4 Supplies the city of our God; Life, love, and joy still gliding through, Sweet peace thy promises afford, And watering our divine abode. And give new strength to fainting souls. "His Tender Mercies are over All." 1 Our God is good; in every place His love is known, his help is found; His mighty arm and tender grace Bring good from ills that hem us round. 2 He who doth earth and heaven control, Who spreads the clouds o'er sea and land, Whose presence fills the mighty whole, In each true heart is close at hand. |3 Those whom the thoughtless world forsakes, Who stand bewildered with their woe, He gently to his bosom takes And bids them all his fulness know. 4 What though thou tread'st with bleeding feet A thorny path of grief and gloom; Thy God will make that way most meet To lead thee heavenward, lead thee home. If we hide it in a nap-kin, He will claim it at our hand. 9: Let us, then, be up and do - ing, Keeping still this truth in view: 9: Tho' our path be ne'er so humble, We have all a work to do, We have all a work to do. 3 If our mission does not lead us Which the weary long have borne; We can smooth the dying pillow, We can comfort those who mourn. "Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might." 2 With the heralds of the gospel, That may reach some careless heart, Guilt and sin have lulled to sleep, To the blessed fold of Jesus We may bring some wandering sheep. 4 These are precious, golden moments, Kindly lent us to improve; Are we faithful to our calling, Earnest in our work of loveEver at our post of duty Wheresoe'er our call may be? Let our lamp be trimmed and burning, And the world their glory see. 3 Lord, what is man, that thou shouldst | 4 O thou, to whom all creatures bow To bear him in thy mind! [deign Within this earthly frame, Or what his race, that thou shouldst Thro' all the world how great art thou! To them so wondrous kind! (prove How glorious is thy name! God's Free Word. 1 Thy Word, O God! is living yet, 2 And as that Word moves surely on, 3 O Word that broke the stillness first, 4 Till selfish passion, strife, and wrong O Thou Eternal Word! |