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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:
He gently clears thy way;
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.
Yet earth and heaven tell
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 !
Boldly Thy truth declare,
Thy love and guardian care.
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 ;
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!
Thou, infinite in love,
Guide this bewildered mind,
No resting place can find
God of light, Through the thick darkness lead me right!
Bid the fierce conflict cease,
And fear and anguish fly ;
As in the days gone by ;
Fain would earth's true and dear
Save me in this dark hour ;
Vain is the help of man,
- but Thou Canst send deliverance even now.
Though through the future's shade
Pale phantoms I descry,
But ever feel Thee nigh.
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
rays Than now, when throned all height above, Unceasing voices hymn his praise ?
Go, sufferer, calmly meet the woes
My God! I thank thee ; may no thought
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