IX.

SOUL of our souls, and safeguard of the world!

Sustain

Thou only canst the sick of heart;

Restore their languid spirits, and recall

Their lost affections unto Thee and Thine!

He thus continued-lifting up his eyes

To Heaven; How beautiful this dome of sky, And the vast hills, in fluctuation fixed

At Thy command, how awful! Shall the soul, Human and rational, report of Thee

Even less than these?

Come labor, when the worn-out frame requires
Perpetual Sabbath; come disease and want;
And sad exclusion through decay of sense;
But leave me unabated trust in Thee
And let Thy favor to the end of life,
Inspire me with ability to seek

Repose and hope among eternal things!

X.

How oft we fear and falter by the way,
While fancy paints with clouds the future sky,
Till mortals think they have on earth no stay,
And none to wipe the tear from sorrow's eye.
But fear not, timid soul, for God will give
Thee strength thy cross to bear to tread the
vale.

He gives e'en birds a wintry robe t' outlive
Each blast of winter's drear and chilling gale,
Or else directs their flight to summer fields,
Where flowers droop not, fade not, nor winters
freeze;

Where summer bland in purer friendship yields
A safe retreat among her woodland trees;
And so He gives us strength our cross to bear,
And watches o'er us with a Father's care.

XI.

LowLy and solemn be

Thy children's cry to Thee,
Father divine!

A hymn of suppliant breath,
Owning that life and death
Alike are Thine!

O Father! in that hour,

When earth all succoring power
Shall disavow;

When spear, and shield, and crown,
In faintness are cast down,

Sustain us, Thou !

By him who bowed to take
The death-cup for our sake,
The thorn, the rod;

From whom the last dismay

Was not to pass away;

Aid, us, O God!

Tremblers beside the grave,
We call on Thee to save,
Father divine!

Hear, hear our suppliant breath,
Keep us in life and death,
Thine, only Thine!

XII.

FATHER! that in the olive shade,
When the dark hour came on,
Didst, with a breath of heavenly aid,
Strengthen Thy Son.

O, by the anguish of that night

Send us down blest relief;

Or to the chastened, let Thy might Hallow this grief!

And thou, that when the starry sky

Saw the dread strife begun,

Didst teach adoring faith to cry,

Thy will be done;

By thy meek spirit, thou of all,

That e'er have mourned the chief, Thou Saviour! if the stroke must fall, Hallow this grief!

XIII.

WHEN the spark of life is waning,

Weep not for me!

When the languid eye is straining,

Weep not for me!

When the feeble pulse is ceasing,

Start not at its swift decreasing, 'Tis the fetter'd soul's releasing.

Weep not for me

When the pangs of death assail me,

Weep not for me!

Christ is mine

he cannot fail me.

Weep not for me!

Yes, though sin and doubt endeavor From his love my soul to sever,

Jesus is my strength for ever.

Weep not for me!