285. 8-8-8-4. MY GOD, my Father, while I stray Though dark my path and sad my lot, What, though in lonely grief I sigh Though Thou hast call'd me to resign Let but my fainting heart be blest, Renew my will from day to day; Thy will be done! Amen. GOD moves in a mysterious way He plants His footsteps in the sea, Deep in unfathomable mines He treasures up His bright designs, Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take; Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, His purposes will ripen fast, The bud may have a bitter taste, Blind unbelief is sure to err, God is His own interpreter, And He will make it plain. Amen. FAR from my heavenly home, Upon the willows long My spirit homeward turns, To thee, to thee, I press, God of my life be near; On Thee my hopes I cast; O guide me through the desert here, And bring me home at last. Amen. ART thou weary, art thou languid, Art thou sore distressed? Come to me, says One, and coming, Has He marks to lead me to Him, In His hands and feet are wound-prints, Is there diadem, as monarch, Yes, a crown, in very surety, But of thorns. If I ask Him to receive me, Not till earth, and not till heaven If I find Him, if I follow, Many a sorrow, many a labour, Many a tear. Finding, following, ever keeping, Martyrs, Prophets, and Apostles, Answer, yes. Glory be to Thee, the Father, And to Thee, the Holy Spirit, Ever One. Amen. 289. S. M. O WHERE shall rest be found, 'Twere vain the ocean's depths to sound, Or pierce to either pole. The world can never give The bliss for which we sigh; 'Tis not the whole of life to live, Nor all of death to die. Beyond this vale of tears Unmeasured by the flight of years, There is a death, whose pang Outlasts the fleeting breath; O what eternal horrors hang Around "the second death." Lord God of truth and grace, Here would we end our quest, Alone are found in Thee, The life of perfect love, the rest |