EWING. 7.6. Bp. Alexander Ewing. 1861. 677. Jerusalem, the Golden. Sink heart and voice opprest. What bliss beyond compare ! All jubilant with song, And all the martyr throng. And there, from care released, The shout of them that triumph, The song of them that feast. And they who, strong and faithful, Have conquered in the fight, For ever and for ever Are clad in robes of white. O land that sees no sorrow! O state that fears no strife! O royal land of flowers! O realm and home of life! Bernard of Cluny. 1145. In heavenly love abiding, No change my heart shall fear; And safe is such confiding, For nothing changes here. The storm may roar without me, My heart may low be laid; But God is round about me, And can I be dismayed? Wherever he may guide me, No want shall turn me back; My Shepherd is beside me, And nothing can I lack. His wisdom ever waketh, His sight is never dim ; He knows the way he taketh, And I will walk with him. Green pastures are before me, Which yet I have not seen; Bright skies will soon be o'er me Where darkest clouds have been. My hope I cannot measure, My path in life is free: My Father has my treasure, And he will walk with me. Anna L. Waring. 1850. 679. In Time of Tribulation. Ps. lxxvii. IN time of tribulation, Hear, Lord, our earnest cries; With humble supplication To thee the spirit flies. Remembered songs of gladness, Through night's lone silence brought, Strike notes of deepest sadness, And stir desponding thought. Hath God cast off for ever? Can time his truth impair? His tender mercy never Shall we presume to share? Hath he his loving-kindness Shut up in bitter wrath? No! it is human blindness, That cannot see his path. We'll call to recollection The years of thy right hand, And, strong in thy protection, Again through faith we stand. Thy way is in great waters, Thy footsteps are not known; But let earth's sons and daughters Confide in thee alone! James Montgomery. 680." He turneth the shadow of death into morning.” AROUND my path life's mysteries Their deepening shadows throw; And as I gaze and ponder, They dark and darker grow. Yet still amid the darkness I feel the light is near; And in the awful silence God's voice I seem to hear. I cannot pierce its shroud; On him I lay my load: Samuel Greg. 1863. God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears; To his sure truth and tender care, Through waves, through clouds and He everywhere hath sway, Leave to his sovereign sway With wonder filled, thou then shalt own Thou comprehend'st him not: God sits as sovereign on the throne; He ruleth all things well. Who earth and heaven commands. Who points the clouds their course, Thou on the Lord rely, So safe shalt thou go on; No profit canst thou gain To him commend thy cause; his ear And whatsoe'er thou will'st, Thou dost, O King of kings; Paul Gerhardt. 1659. Charles Zeuner. LUTHER'S CHANT. L. M. 686. True Length of Life. O Father, in whose mighty hand To crowd the narrow span of life A thousand ages, in their flight, To us, O Lord, the wisdom give Now is the seed-time: God alone Beholds the end of what is sown ; J. Taylor. Beyond our vision, weak and dim, The harvest time is hid with him. ERE mountains reared their forms sublime, Yet unforgotten where it lies, Anon. |