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It is well.
With those who love the Lord ;
When resting on his word.
2 Peace, then, ye chastened sons of God,
Why let your sorrows swell ?
His word says, It is well.
3 Though you may trials sharp endure,
From sin or death or hell;
And therefore, It is well.
4 Soon will your sorrows all be o’er,
And you shall sweetly tell,
That all at last is well.
L. M. Strength equal to the Day. : 1 AFFLICTED saint, to Christ draw near,
Thy Saviour's gracious promise hear;
That “ as thy day, thy strength shall be.” % Thy faith is weak, thy foes are strong;
And if the conflict should be long,
3 Should persecution rage and flame,
Still trust in thy Redeemer's name :
4 When called by him to bear the cross,
Reproach, affliction, pain, or loss,
5 When death at length appears in view,
Christ's presence shall thy fears subdue:
Looking to God in Trouble.
1 DEAR Refuge of my weary soul,
On thee, when sorrows rise,
My fainting hope relies.
2 To thee I tell each rising grief,
For thou alone canst heal;
For every pain I feel.
3 But 0! when gloomy doubts prevail,
I fear to call thee mine ;
The springs of comfort seem to fail,
And all my hopes decline.
4 Yet, gracious God, where shall I flee?
Thou art my only trust;
Though prostrate in the dust.
Hast thou not bid me seek thy face?
And shall I seek in vain ?
Be deaf when I complain ?
6 No, still the ear of sovereign grace
Attends the mourner's prayer: 0! may I ever find access,
To breathe my sorrows there.
n Thy mercy-seat is open still,
Here let my soul retreat :
And wait beneath thy feet.
Light in Darkness.
How dark this world would be,
We could not fly to thee!
2 The friends, who in our sunshine live,
When winter comes, are flown;
Must weep those tears alone.
3 But thou wilt heal that broken heart,
Which, like the plants that throw
Breathes sweetness out of woe.
4 When joy no longer soothes or cheers,
And e'en the hope that threw
Is dimmed and vanished too :