4 Yes, heavenly wisdom, love divine, Breathed through the lips which said, "O blessed are the hearts that mourn; They shall be comforted."

672

FIRST PART.

William H. Burleigh.

S. M.

Whoso putteth his trust in the Lord shall be safe.
YOMMIT thou all thy griefs
U And ways into His hands,
and ways

CON

To his sure trust and tender care

Who earth and heaven commands.
2 Who points the clouds their course,
Whom winds and seas obey,
He shall direct thy wandering feet,
He shall prepare thy way.
3 Thou on the Lord rely,

So, safe, shalt thou go on;
Fix on his work thy steadfast eye,
So shall thy work be done.
4 No profit canst thou gain
By self-consuming care;

To him commend thy cause; his ear
Attends the softest prayer.

5 Thy everlasting truth,

Father, thy ceaseless love,

Sees all thy children's wants, and knows
What best for each will prove.
6 Thou every-where hast sway,
And all things serve thy might;
Thy every act pure blessing is,
Thy path unsullied light.

673

G

Paul Gerhardt. Tr. by J. Wesley.

SECOND PART.

He ruleth all things well.

IVE to the winds thy fears;
Hope, and be undismayed;

S. M.

God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears; God shall lift up thy head.

2 Through waves, and clouds, and storms,
He gently clears thy way;
Wait thou his time, so shall this night
Soon end in joyous day.

3 Still heavy is thy heart?

Still sink thy spirits down?
Cast off the weight, let fear depart,
And every care be gone.

4 What though thou rulest not?
Yet heaven, and earth, and hell
Proclaim, "God sitteth on the throne,
And ruleth all things well."

5 Leave to his sovereign sway
To choose and to command:
So shalt thou, wondering, own his way,
How wise, how strong his hand!

6 Far, far above thy thought
His counsel shall appear,

When fully he the work hath wrought
That caused thy needless fear.

Paul Gerhardt. Tr. by J. Wesley.

674

The soul's only refuge.

HOU Refuge of my soul,

THOU

On thee, when sorrows rise,

S. M.

On thee, when waves of trouble roll,
My fainting hope relies.

2 To thee I tell my grief,

For thou alone canst heal;

Thy word can bring a sweet relief
For every pain I feel.

3 But O when doubts prevail,

I fear to call thee mine;

The springs of comfort seem to fail,
And all my hopes decline.

4 Yet, Lord, where shall I flee? Thou art my only trust;

And still my soul would cleave to thee, Though prostrate in the dust.

FATHER, I know that all

Is portioned out for me;

Anne Steele, alt.

8, 6.

And the changes that are sure to come

I do not fear to see;

But I ask thee for a present mind
Intent on pleasing thee.

2 I ask thee for a thoughtful love,
Through constant watching wise,
To meet the glad with joyful smiles,
And wipe the weeping eyes;
And a heart at leisure from itself,
To soothe and sympathize.

3 I would not have the restless will
That hurries to and fro,

Seeking for some great thing to do,
Or secret thing to know;
I would be treated as a child,
And guided where I go.

4 Wherever in the world I am,
In whatsoe'er estate,

I have a fellowship with hearts,
To keep and cultivate;

And a work of lowly love to do.
For the Lord on whom I wait.

5 So I ask thee for the daily strength, To none that ask denied,

And a mind to blend with outward life,
While keeping at thy side;

Content to fill a little space,
If thou be glorified.

6 And if some things I do not ask In my cup of blessing be,

I would have my spirit filled the more
With grateful love to thee;

More careful, not to serve thee much,
But to please thee perfectly.

Anna L. Waring.

676 Go not far from me, O my Strength.

8, 6.

GO not far from me, O my Strength,

Whom all my times obey;

Take from me any thing thou wilt,
But go not thou away;

And let the storm that does thy work,
Deal with me as it may.

2 No suffering, while it lasts, is joy,
How blest soe'er it be:

Yet may the chastened child be glad
His Father's face to see;

And O, it is not hard to bear
What must be borne in thee.
3 Safe in thy sanctifying grace,
Almighty to restore;

Borne onward, sin and death behind,
And love and life before,
O let my soul abound in hope,

And praise thee more and more!
4 Deep unto deep may call, but I
With peaceful heart will say,
"Thy loving-kindness hath a charge
No waves can take away;

And let the storm that speeds me home, Deal with me as it may.

677

Anna L. Waring.

7, 6, 7.

Fearless in the furnace of affliction.
OD of Israel's faithful three,
Who braved a tyrant's ire,

GO

Nobly scorned to bow the knee,
And walked, unhurt, in fire;

Breathe their faith into my breast,
Arm me in this fiery hour;
Stand, O Son of man, confessed
In all thy saving power!

2 For while thou, my Lord, art nigh,
My soul disdains to fear;
Sin and Satan I defy,

Still impotently near;

Earth and hell their wars may wage;
Calm I mark their vain design,
Smile to see them idly rage
Against a child of thine.

678

Charles Wesley.

The shadow of a great Rock. 7, 6, 8.

TO the haven of thy breast,

T%

O Son of man, I fly;

Be my refuge and my rest,
For O the storm is high!
Save me from the furious blast;

A covert from the tempest be:
Hide me, Jesus, till o'erpast
The storm of sin I see.
2 Welcome as the water-spring
To a dry, barren place,
O descend on me, and bring
Thy sweet, refreshing grace;
O'er a parched and weary land,
As a great rock extends its shade,
Hide me, Saviour, with thy hand,
And screen my naked head.
3 In the time of my distress
Thou hast my succor been;
In my utter helplessness,
Restraining me from sin;
O how swiftly didst thou move
To save me in the trying hour!
Still protect me with thy love,
And shield me with thy power.

Charles Wesley.