WHO, in such a world as this,
Could bear his lot of pain,
Did not one radiant hope of bliss
Unclouded yet remain!
That hope the sov'reign Lord has given,
Who reigns above the skies;
Hope that unites the soul to heaven
By faith's endearing ties.
2 Each care, each ill of mortal birth,
Is sent in pitying love,
To lift the ling ring heart from earth,
And speed its flight above.
And every pang that wrings the breast,
And every joy that dies,
Tell us to seek a purer rest,
And trust to holier ties.
God's presence with his people.
THEN Israel, of the Lord beloved,
Wout from the land of bondage came,
Her father's God before her moved,
An awful guide, in smoke and flame.
2 By day, along the astonish'd lands
The cloudy pillar glided slow;
By night, Arabia's crimson'd sands
Return'd the fiery column's glow.
3 Thus present still, though now unseen,
When brightly shines the prosp'rous day,
Be thoughts of thee a cloudy screen,
To temper the deceitful ray.
4 And O, when gathers on our path,
In shade and storm, the frequent night,
Be thou, long-suff'ring, slow to wrath,
A burning and a shining light.
THOU from whom all goodness flows,
I lift my soul to thee;
In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes,
O Lord, remember me.
2 If, for thy sake, upon my name
Reproach and shame shall be,
I'll hail reproach, and welcome shame;
O Lord, remember me.
3 When worn with pain, disease, and grief,
This feeble body see;
Grant patience, rest, and kind relief;
O Lord, remember me.
4 When, in the solemn hour of death,
I wait thy just decree,
Be this the prayer of my last breath,-
O Lord, remember me.
5 And when before thy throne I stand,
And lift my soul to thee,
Then, with the saints at thy right hand,
O Lord, remember me.
MY suff'rings all to thee are known,
Tempted in every point like me;
Regard my grief, regard thine own:
Jesus, remember Calvary!
2 For whom didst thou the cross endure!
Who nail'd thy body to the tree?
Did not thy death my life procure?
O let thy mercy answer me.
3 Art thou not touch'd with human wo!
Hath pity left the Son of man?
Dost thou not all my sorrows know,
And claim a share in all my pain?
4 Thou wilt not break a bruiséd reed,
Or quench the smallest spark of grace,
Till through the soul thy power is spread,
Thy all-victorious righteousness.
5 The day of small and feeble things,
I know thou never wilt despise;
I know, with healing in his wings,
The Sun of righteousness shall rise.
In fear and trembling.
FATHER of lights, thy needful aid
us that ask, impart
Mistrustful of ourselves, afraid
Of our own treach'rous heart.
2 O'erwhelm'd with justest fear, again
To thee for help we call:
Where many mightier have been slain,
By thee unsaved, we fall.
3 Ah! what avails superior light,
Without superior love;
We see the truth, we judge aright,
And wisdom's ways approve.
4 In spite of our resolves, we fear
Our own infirmity;
And tremble at the trial near,
And cry, O God, to thee!
5 Our only help in danger's hour,
Our only strength thou art;
Above the world and Satan's power,
And greater than our heart.
6 Us from ourselves thou canst secure,
In nature's slipp'ry ways;
And make our feeble footsteps sure,
By thy sufficient grace.
Jesus, the friend of the friendless.
OD of my life, to thee I call;
Gr Afficted, at thy feet I fall;
When the great water-floods prevail,
Leave not my trembling heart to fail.
2 Friend of the friendless, and the faint,
Where should I lodge my deep complaint!
Where-but with thee, whose open door
Invites the helpless and the poor!
8 Did ever mourner plead with thee,
And thou refuse that mourner's plea
Does not the promise still remain,
That none shall seek thy face in vain!
4 Poor I may be-despised, forgot,
Yet God, my God, forgets me not;
And he is safe, and must succeed,
For whom the Saviour deigns to plead.
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Meekness and patience.
THOU Lamb of God, thou Prince of peace,
For thee my thirsty soul do. pine;
My longing heart implores thy grace;
O make me in thy likeness shine.
9 With fraudless, even, humble mind,
Thy will in all things may I see;
In love be every wish resign'd,
And hallow'd my whole heart to thee.
8 When pain o'er my weak flesh prevails,
With lamb-like patience arm my breast;
When grief my wounded soul assails,
In lowly meekness nay I rest.
4 Close by thy side still may I keep,
Howe'er life's various current flow;
With steadfast eye mark every step,
And follow where my Lord doth go.
5 Thou, Lord, the dreadful fight hast won;
Alone thou hast the wine-press trod;
In me thy strength'ning grace be shown:
O may I conquer through thy blood.
6 So, when on Zion thou shalt stand,
And all heaven's host adore their King,
Shall I be found at thy right hand,
And, free from pain, thy glories sing.
Patient thankfulness and trust. TTERNAL beam of Light divine, Fountain of unexhausted love;"
In whom the Father's glories shine,
Through earth beneath, and heaven above-
2 Jesus, the weary wand'rer's rest,
Give me thy easy yoke to bear;
With steadfast patience arm my breast,
With spotless love and lowly fear.
8 Thankful I take the cup from thee,
Prepared and mingled by thy skill:
Though bitter to the taste it be,
Powerful the wounded soul to heal.
4 Be thou, O Rock of ages, nigh!
So shall each murm'ring thought be gone,
And grief, and fear, and care shall fly,
As clouds before the mid-day sun.
5 Speak to my warring passions,-Peace;
Say to my trembling heart,-Be still;
Thy power my strength and fortress is,
For all things serve thy sov'reign will.
6 O death! where is thy sting! Where now Thy boasted victory, O grave!
Who shall contend with God or who
Can hurt whom God delights to save!
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