ters flow, Restores me when wan-d'ring, re-deems when op- pressed. 3 In the midst of affliction my table is spread; With blessings unmeasured my cup runneth o'er ; With perfume and oil thou anointest my head: O, what shall I ask of thy providence more? 4 Let goodness and mercy, my bountiful God, Still follow thy steps till I meet thee above; I seek by the path which my forefathers trod 265. I THO' faint, yet pursuing, we go on our way; The Lord is our Leader, his word is our stay ; Though suffering and sorrow and trial be near, The Lord is our Refuge, and whom can we fear? 2 He raiseth the fallen, he cheereth the faint ; The weak and oppressed, he will hear their complaint; The way may be weary, and thorny the road, But how can we falter? Our help is in God! 3 And to his green pastures our footsteps he leads; His flock in the desert how kindly he feeds; The lambs in his bosom he tenderly bears, And brings back the wanderers all safe from the snares. 4 Though clouds may surround us, our God is our light; Though storms rage around us, our God is our might; So, faint, yet pursuing, still onward we go: The land of their dwelling, thy kingdom The Lord is our Leader, no fear can we How gracious the prom-ise, how sooth-ing the word, That came from the lips of our merciful Lord! "Ye lone and ye weary, ye sad and oppressed, Come learn of your 1 How gracious the promise, how soothing the word, That came from the lips of our merciful Lord! "Ye lone and ye weary, ye sad and oppressed, Come learn of your Saviour, and ye shall find rest." 2 Ye proud, from the paths of ambition depart, And all who have sinned and have wandered. astray, Come, walk in the light and the truth and the way. 3 Ye heart-stricken sons, and ye daughters. of woe, For you the fresh fountains of comfort o'erflow; For meek was your master, and lowly of Your souls to the blessèd Redeemer unite,heart; His yoke it is easy, his burden is light. 267. mountain I EXULT, O my soul, for to Zion's high 3 O, sweeter than life are the promises given Of rest never-ending in mansions on high; For nothing can mar the vast household of heaven, All nature shall flock when the feast shall be spread, To drink the sweet streams of the life-giving Or hush the glad songs where the cherubim fountain, And eat, without price, of the heavenly bread. For he, who of every good gift is the giver, arms. fly. 4 Be strong then, my soul, when the tempest shall gather, For far through the mists of this valley of Revealed by the smile of our heavenly Father, |