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

4 Thine everlasting truth,

Father, Thy ceaseless love

Sees all Thy children's wants, and knows
What best for each will prove.

5 Let us in life, in death,

Thy steadfast truth declare;

And publish, with our latest breath,

Thy love and guardian care.

83 (88).

C. M.

YE trembling souls! dismiss your fears;

Be mercy all your theme;

Mercy, which like a river flows

In one continued stream.

2 Fear not the powers of earth and hell:
God will these powers restrain;
His mighty arm their rage repel,
And make their efforts vain.

3 Fear not the want of outward good:
He still for His provides,

Grants them supplies of daily food,
And gives them heaven besides.

4 Fear not that He will e'er forsake,
Or leave His work undone;

He's faithful to His promises,
And faithful to His Son.

5 Fear not the terrors of the grave,
Nor death's tremendous sting:
He will from endless wrath preserve,
To endless glory bring.

84 (76).

To God I lift mine eyes,

From Him is all mine aid;
The God who built the skies,
And earth's foundations laid.
God is the tower

To which I fly:
His grace is nigh
In every hour.

2 My feet shall never slide
Or fall in fatal snares;
Since God, my guard and guide,
Defends me from my fears.
Those wakeful eyes

That never sleep,

His children keep
When dangers rise.

3 No burning heats by day,
Nor blasts of evening air,
Shall take my health away,
If God be with me there.
Thou art my sun,
And Thou my shade,
To guard my head
By night or noon.

H.M.

85 (859).

L.M.

AWAKE, our souls, away, our fears,
Let every trembling thought be gone;
Awake and run the heavenly race,

And put a cheerful courage on..

2 True, 't is a straight and thorny road, And mortal spirits tire and faint; But they forget the mighty God,

Who feeds the strength of every saint.

3. The mighty God, Whose matchless power
Is ever new and ever young,

Shall firm endure while endless years
Their everlasting circles run.

4 From Thee, the ever-flowing spring,
Our souls shall drink a fresh supply;
While such as trust their native strength,
Shall melt away, and droop and die.

5 Swift as an eagle cuts the air,

We'll mount aloft to thine abode; On wings of love our souls shall fly, Nor tire amid the heavenly road.

86 (437).

GOD of Jacob, by whose hand
Thy people still are fed;

Who, through this weary pilgrimage,
Hast all our fathers led!

2 To Thee our humble vows we raise,
To Thee address our prayer;

And in Thy kind and faithful breast
Deposit all our care.

C. M.

3 Through each perplexing path of life
Our wandering footsteps guide;
Give us each day our daily bread
And raiment fit provide.

4 Oh, spread Thy covering wings around,
Till all our wanderings cease,
And at our Father's loved abode
Our souls arrive in peace!

5 To Thee, as to our cov'nant God,
We'll our whole selves resign;
And thankful own that all we are,
And all we have, is Thine.

87 (80).

SH

HINE on our souls, eternal God!
With rays of mercy shine:
Oh, let Thy favor crown our days,

And their whole course be Thine.

2 Did we not raise our hands to Thee,
Our hands might toil in vain :
Small joy success itself could give,
If Thou Thy love restrain.

3 'Tis ours the furrows to prepare,
And sow the precious grain:
'Tis Thine to give the sun and air,
And to command the rain.

C. M

4 With Thee let every week begin,
With Thee each day be spent,
For Thee each fleeting hour improved,
Since each by Thee is lent.

Thus cheer us through this toilsome road

Till all our labors cease;

And thus prepare our weary souls
For everlasting peace.

THE FALL AND SIN OF MAN.

88 (90).

C. M.

LORD, I would spread my sore distress

And guilt before Thine eyes;

Against Thy laws, against Thy grace,
How high my crimes arise!

2 I from the stock of Adam came,
Unholy and unclean;

All my original is shame,

And all my nature sin.

3 Cleanse me, O Lord, and cheer my soul
With Thy forgiving love;
Oh, make my broken spirit whole,
And bid my pains remove.

4 Let not Thy Spirit e'er depart,
Nor drive me from Thy face;
Create anew my sinful heart,
And fill it with Thy grace.

89.

DEEP

L.M.

EEP in the dust before Thy throne, Our guilt and our disgrace we own; Great God! we own the unhappy name Whence sprung our nature and our shame.