1 Ir shall be well, let sinners know, 2 Peace, then, ye chastened sons of God, 3 Though you may trials sharp endure, From sin or death or hell; Your heavenly Father's love is sure, 4 Soon will your sorrows all be o'er, On Canaan's calm and pleasant shore, Strength equal to the Day. 1 AFFLICTED saint, to Christ draw near, Thy Saviour's gracious promise hear; His faithful word declares to thee, That" as thy day, thy strength shall be." 2 Thy faith is weak, thy foes are strong; And if the conflict should be long, Thy Lord will make the tempter flee; 3 Should persecution rage and flame, That "as thy day, thy strength shall be.” 4 When called by him to bear the cross, Reproach, affliction, pain, or loss, Or deep distress, and poverty; Still "as thy day, thy strength shall be.” 5 When death at length appears in view, Looking to God in Trouble. 1 DEAR Refuge of my weary soul, On thee, when waves of trouble roll, 2 To thee I tell each rising grief, Thy word can bring a sweet relief, 3 But O! when gloomy doubts prevail, I fear to call thee mine; The springs of comfort seem to fail, 4 Yet, gracious God, where shall I flee? Thou art my only trust; And still my soul would cleave to thee, Hast thou not bid me seek thy face? And can the ear of sovereign grace 6 No, still the ear of sovereign grace Attends the mourner's prayer: O! may I ever find access, To breathe my sorrows there. 7 Thy mercy-seat is open still, With humble hope attend thy will, 20 C. M. Light in Darkness. 10 THOU who driest the mourner's tear, 2 The friends, who in our sunshine live, 3 But thou wilt heal that broken heart, Which, like the plants that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part, Breathes sweetness out of woe. 4 When joy no longer soothes or cheers, And e'en the hope that threw A moment's sparkle o'er our tears, |