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Give to the winds thy fears ;

Hope and be undismayed; God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears,

He shall lift up thy head:
Through waves, through clouds and storms

He gently clears thy way;
Wait thou His time, so shall the night

Soon end in joyous day.

He everywhere doth rule,

And all things serve His might; His every act pure blessing is,

His path unsullied light.
Thou comprehend'st Him not,

Yet earth and heaven tell
God sits as sovereign on the throne,

And ruleth all things well.

Thou seest our weakness, Lord,

Our hearts are known to Thee ; O, lift Thou up the sinking hand

Confirm the feeble knee !
Let us in life and death

Boldly Thy truth declare,
And publish with our latest breath

Thy love and guardian care.

XXVIII.

LORD, I believe a rest remains,

To all Thy people known; A rest where pure enjoyment reigns,

And Thou art loved alone ;

A rest where all our soul's desire

Is fixed on things above, Where fear, and sin, and grief expire,

Cast out by perfect love.

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,
Which, like the trembling dove,

No resting place can find
On the wild waters,

God of light, Through the thick darkness lead me right!

Bid the fierce conflict cease,

And fear and anguish fly ;
Let there again be peace,

As in the days gone by ;
In Jesus' name I cry to Thee,
Remembering Gethsemane.

Fain would earth's true and dear

Save me in this dark hour ;
And art not Thou more near?
Art Thou not love and power ?

Vain is the help of man,

- but Thou Canst send deliverance even now.

Though through the future's shade

Pale phantoms I descry,
Let me not shrink dismayed,

But ever feel Thee nigh.
There may be grief, and pain,and care,
But, O my Father! Thou art there.

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
Are starting drops of toil and pain ;
Thou dost but share the lot of him
With whom his followers are to reign.

Christian ! thy friend, thy master, prayed,
While dread and anguish shook his frame,
Then met his sufferings undismayed ;
Wilt thou not strive to do the same ?

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;
The sun shines bright, and man is gay ;
Thine equal mercy spreads the gloom
That darkens o'er his little day.

Full many a throb of grief and pain
Thy frail and erring child must know ;
But not one prayer is breathed in vain,
Nor does one tear unheeded flow.

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