2 I have no cares, O blessèd will!
For all my cares are Thine;
I live in triumph, Lord! for Thou
Hast made Thy triumphs mine.
3 When obstacles and trials seem
Like prison walls to be,

I do the little I can do,

And leave the rest to Thee.

4 And when it seems no chance or change
From grief can set me free,
Hope finds its strength in helplessness,
And gladly waits on Thee.

5 Man's weakness, waiting upon God,
Its end can never miss,
For men on earth no work can do
More angel-like than this.

6 Ride on, ride on triumphantly,
Thou glorious will! ride on;
Faith's pilgrim-sons behind Thee take
The road that Thou hast gone.

7 He always wins who sides with God,
To him no chance is lost;
God's will is sweetest to him when

It triumphs at his cost.

8 Ill that He blesses is our good,
And unblest good is ill;

And all is right that seems most wrong,
If it be His sweet will.

10s.

F. W. FABER. 1862.

1154 Like as a father pitieth his children, so the

Lord pitieth them that fear Him.-Ps. 103. 13.

SHEW

1 CHEW pity, Lord! for we are frail and faint; We fade away, O list to our complaint;

We fade away like flowers in the sun;
We just begin, and then our work is done.

2 Shew pity, Lord! our souls are sore distressed;
As troubled seas our natures have no rest;
As troubled seas, that surging beat the shore,
We throb and heave, ever and evermore.

3 Shew pity, Lord! our grief is in our sin;
We would be cleansed, oh! make us pure
within!

We would be cleansed, for this we cry to Thee; Thy word of love, can make the conscience free. 4 Shew pity, Lord! inspire our hearts with love, That holy love which draws the soul above; That holy love which makes us one with Thee, And with Thy saints, through all eternity, DAVID THOMAS. 1874.

C.M.

1155 Behold, the Lord's hand is not shortened.

Isa. 59. 1.

1 Wand where's our courage fled?

WHENCE do our mournful thoughts arise?

Has restless sin and raging hell
Struck all our comforts dead?

2 Have we forgot the Almighty name
That formed the earth and sea ?
And can an all-creating arm
Grow weary or decay?

3 Treasures of everlasting might
In our Jehovah dwell;

He gives the conquest to the weak,
And treads their foes to hell.

4 Mere mortal power shall fade and die,
And youthful vigour cease;

But we that wait upon the Lord
Shall feel our strength increase.

5 The saints shall mount on eagles' wings,
And taste the promised bliss,
Till their unwearied feet arrive
Where perfect pleasure is.

7.6.

ISAAC WATTS. 1709.

1156 Unto the upright there ariseth light in the

darkness.-Ps. 112. 4.

1 COMETIMES a light surprises
The Christian while he sings;

It is the Lord who rises

With healing in His wings.
When comforts are declining,
He grants the soul again
A season of clear shining,
To cheer it after rain.

2 In holy contemplation,

We sweetly then pursue
The theme of God's salvation,
And find it ever new.
Set free from present sorrow,
We cheerfully can say,
E'en let the unknown morrow
Bring with it what it may;

3 It can bring with it nothing
But He will bear us through;
Who gives the lilies clothing,
Will clothe His people too;
Beneath the spreading heavens,
No creature but is fed;
And He who feeds the ravens

Will give His children bread.

4 Though vine or fig-tree, neither
Their wonted fruit should bear,
Though all the field should wither,
Nor flocks nor herds be there;
Yet God, the same abiding,
His praise shall tune my
For, while in Him confiding,
I cannot but rejoice.

1157

1

MY

voice;

WILLIAM COWPER. 1796.

C.M.

What I do thou knowest not now; thou shalt
know hereafter.-John 13. 7.

Y Father, it is good for me
To trust and not to trace;
And wait with deep humility
For Thy revealing grace.

2 Lord! when Thy way is in the sea,
And strange to mortal sense,

I love Thee in the mystery,
I trust Thy providence.

3 I cannot see the secret things
In this my dark abode;

I may not reach with earthly wings
The heights and depths of God.

4 So faith and patience! wait awhile!—
Not doubting, not in fear;

For soon in heaven my Father's smile
Shall render all things clear.

5 Then shalt Thou end Time's short eclipse,
Its short uncertain night;

Bring in the grand apocalypse:
Reveal the perfect Light.

G. RAWSON. 1857.

6.4.

1158 Peace, be still.*.. and there was a great

1

FIER

calm.-Mark 4. 39.

IERCE was the wild billow,
Dark was the night,

Oars laboured heavily,
Foam glimmered white;
Trembled the mariners,
Peril was nigh,

Then said the Lord our God,
Peace, it is I!

2 Ridge of the mountain wave,
Lower thy crest;

Wail of the tempest-wind,
Be thou at rest;
Peril can never be,
Sorrow must fly,

Where saith the Light of light,
Peace, it is I!

3 Jesus, Deliverer,

Come Thou to me;
Smooth Thou my voyaging

Over life's sea!

Thou, when the storm of death
Roars, sweeping by,
Whisper, O Truth of truth,

Peace, it is I!

ANATOLIUS. 458.

TR. BY J. M. NEALE. 1852.

C.M.

1159 Set your affection on things above. Col. 8. 2.

1

EACH

NACH trial hath a gentle voice,
"Here, stranger, do not stay;"

The storm across the wilderness
Cries, "Pilgrim, haste away."