153 after Easter. C. M. Fatherly chastisement. Matt. viii, 19, 20. Heb. xii, 6-11. 1 OFTEN the clouds of deepest woe Dark though they seem, we cannot find 2 Most loving is the hand that strikes, 3 He was a man of sorrows, He 4 No; we must follow in the path, after Easter. 154 8.7.4. Journeying to Canaan. Ex. xiii, 21, 22. Deut. viii, 2, 3. GUIDE us, O Thou great Jehovah! Feed us till we want no more. 2 Open Thou the crystal fountain, Lead us all our journey through: Be Thou still our strength and shield. 3 When we tread the verge of Jordan, Death of death! and hell's Destruction! Songs of praises We will ever give to Thee. 155 after Easter. D. L.M. Present trial working final good. Deut. viii, 15, 16. Ps. cvii, 7. John xiii, 7. 1 WHEN Israel reach'd their home at last, And 'neath their vines and fig-trees lay; How sweetly, all their perils past, Must they have mused upon God's way: What at the time seem'd hard to bear, Then could they clearly understand; And how a Father's love and care Each portion of their wanderings plann'd. 2 Thus, if we reach the heavenly place, No snares to fear, no wars to wage, Thus shall we see how heavenly grace Led us throughout our pilgrimage; How needful was each care and cross; How wisely our own way denied; How mercy shielded us from loss; How right the way; how true the Guide. 3[How sweet to understand his ways; What now we know not, then to know; And yield the tribute of our praise For what mysterious seemed below: Lord! lead us to that place of rest, And from our own fond will defend: Thou knowest what for us is best, Who knowest both the way and end.] after Easter. 156 C. M. The prospect of the heavenly Canaan. 1 THERE is a land of pure delight, 4 But tim'rous mortals start and shrink 5[Oh! could we make our doubts remove- And see the Canaan that we love 6 Could we but climb where Moses stood, Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, 157 1 2 3 The ascended Saviour. John xvi, 7. Acts i, 11. And round thy throne unceasingly Thou art gone up on high; And girt with griefs and fears Thou art gone up on high; With all the bright ones of the sky Attendant in thy train: Oh! by thy saving power, So make us live and die, D. S. M. That we may stand in that dread hour At thy right hand on high! |