6-Then in the secret of my soul,
Though hosts my peace invade,
Though through a waste and weary
My lonely way be made,

Thou, even Thou, wilt comfort me-
I need not be afraid.

7-Still in the solitary place
I would a-while abide,

Till with the solace of Thy love
My heart is satisfied,

And all my hopes of happiness
Stay calmly at Thy side.

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land

1-Whatever God does is well!

His children find it so.

Some He doth not with plenty bless,

Yet loves them not the less,

But draws their hearts unto Himself

away.

Oh! hearts obey.

2—Whatever God does is well,

Whether he gives or takes!

And what we from His hand receive
Suffices us to live.

He takes and gives, while yet He loves

us still.

Then love His will.

3 Whatever God does is well!

And what can our will do?

We cannot reap from what we sow
But what His power makes grow.

Sometimes He doth all other good destroy,
To be Thy joy.

4-Whatever God does is well!

And His will shall prevail.

Doth He refuse thy hands to fill?

He knows Thy heart to still.

A Christian from a very little gift
Much joy can sift.

5-Whatever God does is well!

Altho' the field look dark,

Yet cheerful in His path we go ;

And by our faith we know

That Christ for us hath heavenly riches

bought.

Can we lack aught?

6-Whatever God does is well!

In patience let us wait:

He doth Himself our burdens bear,

He doth for us take care.

And He, our God, knows all our weary

1—While travelling through this wilderness

Weary and worn we roam,

'Tis sweet to cast a look above
'And think we're going home :-
To know that there the trials
Of our pilgrimage shall cease,
And all the waves of earthly woe
Be hushed to heavenly peace.
Home, sweet home!

Oh! for that land of rest above,
Our own eternal home!

2-Here trees are not the trees that grow
In beauty by the side

Of that bright flood whose living streams
Through sinless regions glide ;—

We see not here th' immortal fruit,
The fadeless flowers that bloom
On hills of light and vales of peace,
In our own bright Eden-home.
Home, sweet home!

Oh! for that land of rest above,
Our own eternal home!

3-The tones we hear are not the tones Of music and of love,

That breathe from thousand harps and songs

Of endless joys above.

We tread in haste along,

With trembling and with fear,

For this is not our home,

We've no continuing here.

Home, sweet home!

Oh! for that land of rest above,

Our own eternal home!

4-Oh! for the death of those that die
Like daylight in the west-

That sink in peace like the waves of eve,
To calm untroubled rest.

They stand before their Father's face
Their tears and conflicts o'er;

Redeem'd and wash'd they stay at home,
And shall go out no more.

Home, sweet home!

Oh! for that land of rest above,

Our own eternal home!

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Rom. viii. 33, 35.

1-Sing Hallelujah! Christ doth live,
And peace on earth restore;
Come, ransom'd souls, and glory give,
Sing, worship, and adore.

With grateful hearts to Him we pay
Our thanks in humble wise;

Who aught unto our charge shall lay?
"Tis God that justifies.

2-Who can condemn, since Christ has died, And ever lives with God?

Now our whole debt is fully paid,
He saves us by His blood:

The ransom'd hosts in earth and heaven
Through countless choirs proclaim,
"He hath redeemed us, praise be given
To God and to the Lamb."

8.7.