5 Give then freely of thy substance—
O'er this cause the Lord doth reign;
Cast thy bread, and toil with patience,
Thou shalt labor not in vain.
"Brother's Keeper."-Gen. 4: 9.
1 BLESSED angels, high in heaven
O'er the penitent rejoice;
Hast thou for thy brother striven
With an importuning voice?
2 Art thou not thy brother's keeper?
Canst thou not his soul obtain ?
He that wakes his brother sleeper
Double light himself shall gain.
3 Then, when ends this life's short fever,
They, who many turn to God,
Like the stars shall shine for ever,
In eternal brotherhood!
1 FATHER, hear the prayer we offer!
Not for ease that prayer shall be,
But for strength that we may ever
Live our lives courageously.
2 Not forever by still waters
Would we idly quiet stay;
But would smite the living fountains
From the rocks along our way.
3 Be our strength in hours of weakness,
In our wanderings, be our guide;
Through endeavor, failure, danger,
Father, be thou at our side!
1 WITH my substance I will honor
My Redeemer and my Lord;
Were ten thousand worlds my manor,
All were nothing to his word.
2 While the heralds of salvation
His abounding grace proclaim,
Let his friends, of every station,
Gladly join to spread his fame.
3 Be his kingdom now promoted,
Let the earth her Monarch know;
Be my all to him devoted;
To my Lord my all I owe.
1 MY GOD, my Father, while I stray
Far from my home, on life's rough way,
Oh, teach me from my heart to say,
"Thy will be done, thy will be done!"
2 What though in lonely grief I sigh
For friends beloved no longer nigh;
Submissive still would I reply,
"Thy will be done, thy will be done!"
3 If thou should'st call me to resign
What most I prize,-it ne'er was mine;
I only yield thee what was thine:
"Thy will be done, thy will be done!"
4 If but my fainting heart be blest
With thy sweet Spirit for its guest,
My God, to thee I leave the rest;
Thy will be done, thy will be done!"
5 Renew my will from day to day;
Blend it with thine, and take away
Whate'er now makes it hard to say,
Thy will be done, thy will be done!"
6 Then when on earth I breathe no more,
The prayer oft mixed with tears before
I'll sing upon a happier shore :
"Thy will be done, thy will be done!"
1 I BLESS thee, Lord, for sorrows sent
To break the dream of human power,
For now my shallow cistern 's spent,
I find thy fount and thirst no more.
2 I take thy hand and fears grow still;
Behold thy face, and doubts remove;
Who would not yield his wavering will
To perfect truth and boundless love!
3 That truth gives promise of a dawn,
Beneath whose light I am to see,
When all these blinding vails are drawn,
This was the wisest path for me.
4 That love this restless soul doth teach
The strength of thy eternal calm;
And tune its sad and broken speech,
To sing ev'n now the angels' psalm.
1 I CANNOT always trace the way
Where thou, Almighty One, dost move; But I can always, always say,
That God is love, that God is love.
2 When fear her chilling mantle flings
O'er earth, my soul to heaven above,
As to her native home, upsprings,
For God is love, for God is love.
3 When mystery clouds my darkened path,
I'll check my dread, my doubts reprove,
In this my soul sweet comfort hath,
That God is love, that God is love.
4 Yes, God is love;-a thought like this,
Can every gloomy thought remove,
And turn all tears, all woes, to bliss,
For God is love, for God is love.
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1 Он, deem not they are blest alone,
Whose lives a peaceful tenor keep;
For God, who pities man, hath shown
A blessing for the eyes that weep.
2 The light of smiles shall fill again
The lids that overflow with tears;
And weary hours of woe and pain
Are promises of happier years.
3 There is a day of sunny rest
For every dark and troubled night;
And grief may bide an evening guest,
But joy shall come with early light.
4 Nor let the good man's trust depart,
Though life its common gifts deny;
Though with a pierced and broken heart,
And spurned of men, he goes to die.
5 For God has marked each sorrowing day,
And numbered every secret tear,
And heaven's long age of bliss shall pay
For all his children suffer here.
1 IF life in sorrow must be spent,
So be it; I am well content;
And meekly wait my last remove,
Desiring only trustful love.
2 No bliss I'll seek, but to fulfill
In life, in death, thy perfect will;
No succors in my woes I want,
But what my Lord is pleased to grant.
3 Our days are numbered: let us spare
Our anxious hearts a needless care;
'Tis thine to number out our days;
'Tis ours to give them to thy praise.
4 Faith is our only business here-
Faith, simple, constant, and sincere ;
Oh, blessed days thy servants see!
Thus spent, O Lord! in pleasing thee.
1 THY will be done! I will not fear
The fate provided by thy love;
Tho' clouds and darkness shroud me here,
I know that all is bright above.
2 The stars of heaven are shining on,
Though these frail eyes are dimmed with
tears;
The hopes of earth indeed are gone,
But are not ours the immortal years ?
3 Father! forgive the heart that clings,
Thus trembling, to the things of time;
And bid my soul, on angel wings,
Ascend into a purer clime.
4 There shall no doubts disturb its trust,
No sorrows dim celestial love;
But these afflictions of the dust,
Like shadows of the night, remove.
5 Ev'n now, above, there's radiant day,
While clouds and darkness brood below;
Then, Father, joyful on my way
To drink the bitter cup I go.
1 My times of sorrow and of joy,
Great God! are in thy hand;
My choicest comforts come from thee,
And go at thy command.
2 If thou shouldst take them all away,
Yet would I not repine;
Before they were possessed by me,
They were entirely thine.
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