after Epiphany. 2 Ah! there the wild tempest for ever shall cease; No billow shall ruffle that haven of peace; Temptation and trouble alike shall depart, All tears from the eye, and all sin from the heart. 3 Soon, soon may this Eden of promise be mine; Rise, bright Sun of glory! no more to decline; Thy light, yet unrisen, the wilderness cheers: Oh! what will it be when the fulness appears! 68 The prodigal welcomed home. Isa. lxi, 10. Luke xv, 22-24. 1 THE wanderer no more will roam, 2 Though clad in rags, by sin defil'd, O Lamb of God, in Thee! 3 It is the Father's joy to bless; P. M. after Epiphany. 4 Then sorrow, touch'd by Thee, grows bright Christ our pilot. 59 Matt. viii, 23-27. Mark iv, 35-41. JESUS! at thy command Where sin lulls all asleep; For Thee I would the world resign, 148th. And sail to heaven with Thee and thine. Thou art my pilot wise; My compass is thy word; I trust thy faithfulness and power Whene'er becalm'd I lie, And all my storms subside, And keep me near thy side; For more the treach'rous calm I dread, after Epiphany. 4 By faith I see the land, The port of endless rest: And haste to Jesu's breast: Oh! may I reach the heav'nly shore, 60 L. M. Life a voyage. Ps. cvii, 30; cxxx, 1. 1 THE billows swell; the winds are high; Clouds overcast my wintry sky; Out of the depths to Thee I call; My fears are great, my strength is small. 2 O Lord! the pilot's part perform, And guide and guard me thro' the storm; Defend me from each threat'ning ill, Controul the waves, say, "Peace, be still." 3 Amidst the roaring of the sea My soul still hangs her hope on Thee: 4 Dangers of every shape and name after Epiphany. 5 Though tempest-toss'd, and half a wreck, 61 Worthy the Lamb! 1 GLORY to God on high! His love and grace adore, 66 2 Jesus, our Lord and God, Tell what his arm hath done, 66 'Worthy the Lamb." 3 Let all the hosts above, To Him ascribed be 66 'Worthy the Lamb." P. M. after Epiphany. 4 Though we must change our place, Yet shall we never cease Praising his Name: To Him we'll tribute bring, 66 Worthy the Lamb.' 5th Sunday after Epiphany. 62 Triumph of Christ over Antichrist. 1 BRIGHT as the sun's meridian blaze, 2 So, Jesus! let thy kingdom come; 3 Then shall the heathen, fill'd with awe, Fall from his throne to rise no more. L. M. |