3 On the Lord thy burden cast;
Hide thee till the storm be past;
He will wipe away thy tears,
He will ease thy soul from fears.
261 THROUGH the love of God our Saviour, All will be well;
Free and changeless is His favour,
All, all is well.
Precious is the blood that heal'd us;
Perfect is the grace that seal'd us,
Strong the hand stretch'd out to shield us.
All must be well.
2 Though we pass through tribulation,
All will be well;
Our's is such a full salvation,
All, all is well.
Happy, still to God confiding,
Fruitful, if in Christ abiding,
Holy, through the Spirit's guiding,
All must be well.
3 We expect a bright to-morrow,
All will be well
Faith can sing through days of sorrow,
All, all is well.
On our Father's love relying,
Jesus every need supplying,
Or in living or in dying,
All must be well.
262 LORD, what Thy providence denies I calmly would resign;
For Thou art good and just and wise;
O bend my will to Thine.
2 Whate'er Thy sacred will ordains,
O give me strength to bear;
And let me know my Father reigns,
And trust his tender care.
3 Thy sovereign ways are all unknown
To my weak, erring sight;
Yet let my soul adoring own
That all Thy ways are right.
4 My God, my Father! be Thy name
My solace and my stay;
O, wilt Thou seal my humble claim,
And drive my fears away?
263 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 reflect how grace divine,
Our sins on Jesus laid:
Sweet to remember that his blood
Our debt of suff'ring paid:
3 Sweet in his righteousness to stand,
Which saves from second death:
And sweet to draw from day to day,
His Spirit's quick'ning breath.
4 Sweet to lie passive in his hands,
And know no will but his :
And sweet in firm, confiding faith,
To wait for future bliss.
264 JESUS, I my cross have taken,
All to leave, and follow Thee;
Destitute, despis'd, forsaken;
Thou, from hence, my all shalt be;
Let the world despise and leave me ;
They have left my Saviour too;
Human hearts and looks deceive me-
Thou art not, like them, untrue.
2 Man may trouble and distress me,
"Twill but drive me to Thy breast;
Life with trials hard may press me,
Heaven will bring me sweeter rest.
O! 'tis not in grief to harm me,
While Thy love is left to me;
O! 'twere not in joy to charm me,
Were that joy unmix'd with Thee.
3 Think, my soul, who dwells within thee;
What a Father's smiles are thine;
What a Saviour died to win thee:
Child of heaven, canst thou repine?
Haste then on from grace to glory,
Arm'd by faith, and wing'd by prayer;
Heaven's eternal day's before thee,
God's own hand shall guide thee there.
UR times are in Thy hand,
O God, we wish them there ;
Our life, our friends, our souls we leave
Entirely to Thy care.
2 Our times are in Thy hand,
Whatever they may be,—
Pleasing or painful, dark or bright,
As best may seem to Thee.
Our times are in Thy hand,
Why should we doubt or fear?
A Father's hand will never cause
His child a needless tear.
Our times are in Thy hand,
Jesus the crucified;
The hand our many sins have pierc'd,
Is now our guard and guide.
Our times are in Thy hand,
We'll always trust in Thee,
'Till we have left this weary land,
And all Thy glory see.
266 THOUGH dark the day, shall I repine?
All days, or bright or dark are Thine;
And Thou, O Lord, canst joy impart,
And bind and heal a broken heart.
2 Amidst a multitude of ills,
Each one some kind design fulfils:
Shall I not trust a faithful God,
Shall I not kiss my Father's rod?
3 Yet cheer, O Lord, my darksome sky,
With some bright radiance from on high,
A ray from those ethereal plains,
Where everlasting sun-shine reigns.
267 THOU hidden love of God, whose height,
Whose depth unfathom'd, no man knows!
I see from far Thy beauteous light,
And inly sigh for Thy repose:
My heart is pain'd, nor can it be
At rest, till it find rest in Thee.
2 Is there a thing beneath the sun
That strives with Thee my heart to share?
Ah! tear it thence, and reign alone,
The Lord of every motion there!
Then shall my heart from earth be free,
When it hath found repose in Thee.
3 O crucify this self, that I
No more, but Christ in me, may live!
Bid all my vile affections die,
Nor let one hateful lust survive!
In all things nothing may I see,
Nothing desire, or seek, but Thee!
4 Lord, draw my heart from earth away,
And make it only know Thy call;
Speak to my inmost soul, and say,
I am thy Strength, thy God, thy All!" To feel Thy power, to hear Thy voice, To taste Thy love, be all my choice.
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