5-When sorrow's gloomy path I tread, And threatening clouds meet o'er my head, If only Jesus' voice I hear : E'en then the darkness light shall be, 6-And when my closing hour draws nigh— 169 Eccles. ix. 10. P.M. 1-Make haste, O man, to live, For thou so soon must die; Time hurries past thee like the breeze, Make haste, O man, to live! 2-To breathe, and wake, and sleep, To move in idleness through earth, Make haste, O man, to live! 3—Make haste, O man to do Thou hast no time to lose in sloth, Make haste, O man, to live! 4-Up then with speed, and work, 5-The useful, not the great, The thing that never dies; The silent toil that is not lost,— Make haste, O man, to live! 6-The seed whose leaf and flower, Brings forth at last eternal fruit, 7-Make haste, O man, to live, Make haste, O man, to live! BONAR. 170 Isaiah xliii. 2. P.M. 1-Be steady, be steady, oh! my soul, For the sea is come and the billows roll; 2-Jesus, Jehovah, be our stay Over the dark and troublous way; Embark'd in Thee, we shall feel no fear, Though the storm, the trial of life, be near. 3-Forget Him not, oh! my soul, remove All thoughts that breathe not of Jesu's love His perfect love-who so freely gave 4-Oh! let the sweet remembrance be 171 Psalm cxxxv. 6. P.M. 1-What God decrees, child of His love, What pleases God. 2-The wisest will is God's own will; 3-The truest heart is God's own heart, 4-Oh! could I sing as I desire, My grateful heart should never tire, To tell the wondrous love and power, Thus working out from hour to hour What pleases God. 5-The King of kings, He rules the earth, He sends us sorrow here or mirth, He bears the ocean in His hand; 6-His church on earth He dearly loves, Altho' He oft its sin reproves, The rod itself His love can speak, He smites till we return to seek What pleases God. 7-Then let the crowd around thee seize The joys that for a season please, 8-Art thou despised by all around? Jesus will give the victory, 9-Thy heritage is safe in heaven; There shall the crown of joy be given; What pleases God. 172 Isaiah 1. 10. GERHARDT. P.M. 1-The way seems dark about me, overhead The clouds have long since met in gloomy spread; And when I look'd to see the day break through, Cloud after cloud came up with volume new. |