We fade


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,


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

Isa. 59. 1.
HENCE do our mournful thoughts arise ?

And where's our courage fled ?
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.


1156 Unto the upright there ariseth light in the

darkness. —Ps. 112. 4.
1 CIOMETIMES a light surprises

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 voice ;
For, while in Him confiding,
I cannot but rejoice.


C.M. 1157 What I do thori knowest not now; thou shalt

know hereafter.-John 13. 7. 1

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.

1158 Peace, be still". : . and there was a great

calm.-Mark 4. 39.
1 WIERCE was the wild billow,

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 !!
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, 0 Truth of truth,
Peace, it is I!


TR. BY J. M. NEALE. 1852. 1159 Set your affection on things above. -Col. 8. 2. 1 EACH ACH trial hath a gentle voice,

“Here, stranger, do not stay;' The storm across the wilderness

Cries, " Pilgrim, haste away."

2 Our miseries all upward point,

ye the things above;
On earthly changes, cares and toil,

Why will ye set your love?" 3 Lord, give us nearer,

clearer views
Of the dear home on high;
And then these sad vicissitudes

Will cease to terrify. 4 With patient hope we'll struggle through

The darkness of the way,
The morning cometh! soon will dawn
Our bright eternal day.

GEO. RAWSON. 1857. 1160 The Lord preserueth all them that love Him.

Ps. 145, 20.
1 THILE Thee I seek, protecting Power,


yain wishes stilled;
And may this consecrated hour

With better hopes be filled.
2 Thy love the power of thought bestows,

To Thee my thoughts would soar;
Thy mercy


life hath flowed,

I adore.
3 In each event of life, how clear

Thy ruling hand I see;
Each blessing to my soul more dear,

Because conferred by Thee.
4 In every joy that crowns my days,

In every pain I bear,
My heart shall find delight in praise,

Or seek relief in prayer.
5 When gladness gilds the favoured hour,

Thy love my thoughts shall fill;

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