4 When vexing thoughts within me rise,
And sore dismay'd, my spirit dies,
Yet He, who once vouchsafed to bear
The sickening anguish of despair,
Shall sweetly sooth, shall gently dry,
The throbbing heart, the streaming eye.
5. When sorrowing o'er some stone I bend,
Which covers all that was a friend,
And from his hand, his voice, his smile,
Divides me for a little while,
My Saviour marks the tears I shed,
For "Jesus wept" o'er Lazarus dead.
6 And, O! when I have safely pass'd
Through every conflict but the last,
Still, Lord, unchanging, watch beside
My dying bed, for Thou hast died:
Then point to realms of cloudless day,
And wipe the latest tear away.
I will set the Lord always before me..
1 SAVIOUR! When night involves the skies,
My soul, adoring, turns to Thee;
Thee, self-abased in mortal guise,
And wrapt in shades of death for me.
2 On Thee my waking raptures dwell,
When crimson gleams the east adorn;
Thee, Victor of the grave and hell,
Thee, Source of life's eternal morn.
3 When noon her throne in light arrays,
To Thee my soul triumphant springs;
Thee, throned in glory's endless blaze,
Thee, Lord of lords, and King of kings!
4 O'er earth when shades of evening steal,
To death and Thee my thoughts I give;
To death, whose power I soon must feel;
To Thee, with whom I trust to live.
1 WHEN groves by moonlight silence keep, And winds the vexed waves release, And fields are hush'd, and cities sleep; -Lord, is not that the hour of peace? 2 When infancy at evening tries,
By turns to climb each parent's knees, And gazing meets their raptured eyes; -Lord, is not that the hour of peace? 3 In golden pomp, when autumn smiles, And hill and dale, its rich increase, By man's full barns exulting piles; -Lord, is not that the hour of peace? 4 When mercy points where Jesus bleeds, And faith beholds thine anger cease, And hope to black despair succeeds; -This, Father, this alone is peace!
Following Jesus as the forerunner.
1 JESUS, my all, to heaven is gone,
He whom I fix my hopes upon;
His track I see, and I'll pursue
The narrow way, till Him I view.
2 The way the holy prophets went,
The way that leads from banishment;
The King's highway of holiness
I'll go, for all his paths are peace.
3 This is the way I long had sought,
And mourn'd because I found it not;
My grief a burden long had been,
Oppress'd with unbelief and sin.
4 The more I strove against their power,
I sinn'd and stumbled but the more;
Till late, I heard my Saviour say,
"Come hither, soul, I am the way."
5 Lo! glad I come, and Thou, blest La Shalt take me to Thee as I am; Nothing but sin I Thee can give; Nothing but love shall I receive.
6 Then will I tell to sinners round, What a dear Saviour I have found; I'll point to thy redeeming blood, And say, "Behold the way to God!
The weary longing for eternal rest 1 As shipwreck'd mariners desire, With eager grasp, to reach the shor As hirelings long to' obtain their hi And veterans wish their warfare o'e I languish from this earth to flee, And gasp for-immortality.
2 To heaven I lift my mournful eyes,
And all within me groans, "How
O were I landed in the skies!
The bitter loss, the cruel wrong,
Should there no more my soul mo
Or break my everlasting rest.
3 In that Jerusalem above,
No pain the happy spirit meets :
No sense of ill-requited love,
No sad complaining in our streets
Crying, and curse, and death, are
And there temptation is no more.
4 O could I break this carnal fence,
Drop all my sorrows in the tomb,
On angel-wings remove from hen
And fly this happy moment home
Quit the dark house of moulderin
And launch into eternal day!
The heavenly voyage.
JESUS, at thy command,
I launch into the deep,
And leave my native land,
Where sin lulls all asleep :
For Thee I fain would all resign,
And sail to heaven with Thee and thine.
Thou art my pilot wise;
My compass is thy word:
My soul each storm defies,
While I have such a Lord:
I trust thy faithfulness and power,
To save me in the trying hour.
Though rocks and quicksands deep
Through all my passage lie,
Yet Christ will safely keep,
And guide me with his eye:
My anchor, hope, shall firm abide,
And I each boisterous storm outride.
By faith I see the land,
The port of endless rest;
My soul thy sails expand,
And fly to Jesus' breast!
O may I reach the heavenly shore,
Where winds and waves distress no more!
Whene'er becalm'd I lie,
And storms forbear to toss,
Be Thou, dear Lord, still nigh,
Lest I should suffer loss:
For more the treacherous calm I dread,
Than tempests bursting o'er my head.
Come, heavenly wind, and blow
A prosperous gale of grace,
To waft from all below
To heaven, my destined place!
Then, in full sail, my port I'll find,
And leave the world and sin behind.
1 WHEN languor and disease invade
This trembling house of clay,
'Tis sweet to look beyond our cage,
And long to fly away.
2 Sweet to look inward, and attend
The whispers of his love;
Sweet to look upward to the place
Where Jesus pleads above.
3 Sweet to look back, and see my nar In life's fair book set down;
Sweet to look forward, and behold
Eternal joys my own.
Sweet to reflect, how grace divine
My sins on Jesus laid;
Sweet to remember, that his blood
My debt of suffering paid.
5 Sweet in his righteousness to stan
Which saves from second death
Sweet to experience, day by day,
His Spirit's quickening breath.
6 Sweet on his faithfulness to rest,
Whose love can never end;
Sweet on his covenant of grace,
For all things to depend.
7 Sweet in the confidence of faith,
To trust his firm decrees;
Sweet to lie passive in his hands,
And know no will but his.
8 If such the sweetness of the strea
What must the fountain be,
Where saints and angels draw the
Immediately from Thee?,
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