Give to the winds thy fears; Hope and be undismayed; God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears, Through waves, through clouds and storms He everywhere doth rule, And all things serve His might; His every act pure blessing is, Yet earth and heaven tell God sits as sovereign on the throne, Thou seest our weakness, Lord, Our hearts are known to Thee; O, lift Thou up the sinking hand Let us in life and death Boldly Thy truth declare, Thy love and guardian care. XXVIII. LORD, I believe a rest remains, A rest where all our soul's desire O, that I now the rest might know, Believe and enter in; Now, Father, now the power bestow, And let me cease from sin! Remove all hardness from my heart, All unbelief remove; To me the rest of faith impart, The Sabbath of Thy love. Thy name to me, Thy nature grant! This, only this be given; Nothing besides my God I want; Nothing in earth or heaven! XXIX. THOU, infinite in love, Guide this bewildered mind, On the wild waters, God of light, Through the thick darkness lead me right! Bid the fierce conflict cease, In Jesus' name I cry to Thee, Fain would earth's true and dear Save me in this dark hour; And art not Thou more near? Vain is the help of man, but Thou Canst send deliverance even now. Though through the future's shade Let me not shrink dismayed, But ever feel Thee nigh. There may be grief, and pain,and care, my Father! Thou art there. But, O XXX. FAINT not, poor traveller, though the way Be rough like that thy Saviour trod; Though cold and stormy lower the day, This path of suffering leads to God. Nay, sink not, though from every limb Christian! thy friend, thy master, prayed, O, thinkest thou his Father's love Shone round him then with fainter rays Than now, when throned all height above, Unceasing voices hymn his praise ? Go, sufferer, calmly meet the woes Which God's own mercy bids thee bear; Then rising, as thy Saviour rose, Go, his eternal victory share. XXXI. My God! I thank thee; may no thought E'er deem thy chastisements severe; But may this heart, by sorrow taught, Calm each wild wish, each idle fear. Thy mercy bids all nature bloom; Full many a throb of grief and pain |