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Art thou feeble, sorely tried ?
Could relieve thee in this hour ?
Dark and wide the sea appears,
Onward move, and do his will ;
Stand thou still, and thou shalt see Wonders wrought, and wrought for thee; Safe thyself on yonder shore,
Thou shalt see thy foes no more : And there tell the wondrous story Of thy Saviour's might and glory. 117
row shall I follow him I serve ? HHS shall I copy him I love ? Nor from those blessed footsteps swerve, Which lead me to his seat above ? Privations, sorrows, bitter scorn, The life of toil, the mean abode, The faithless kiss, the crown of thorn,Are these the consecrated road ? 'Twas thus He suffer'd, though a Son, Foreknowing, choosing, feeling all ; Until the perfect work was done, And drunk the bitter cup of gall.
Lord, should my path through suffering lie
JAKE up thy cross, the Saviour said,
Deny thyself, the world forsake,
And humbly follow after me.
Fill thy weak spirit with alarm :
And brace thy heart, and nerve thine arm. Take up thy cross, nor heed the shame;
Nor let thy foolish pride rebel : Thy Lord for thee the Cross endured,
To save thy soul from death and hell.
Take up thy cross then in his strength,
And calmly every danger brave; 'Twill guide thee to a better home,
And lead to victory o'er the grave.
VIS my happiness below,
Not to live without the cross, But the Saviour's power to know, Sanctifying every loss. Trials must and will befal; But with humble faith to see Love inscribed upon them all, This is happiness to me. God, in Israel, sows the seeds Of affliction, pain, and toil; These spring up and choke the weeds Which would else o'erspread the soil. Trials make the promise sweet; Trials give new life to prayer; Trials bring me to his feet, Lay me low, and keep me there. Did I meet no trials here, No correction by the way, Might I not with reason fear I should prove a cast-away? Worldlings may escape the rod, Sunk in earthly, vain delight; But the true-born child of God Must not, would not, if he might.
ND is there, Lord, a cross for me,
As through this wilderness I stray, Which, if I would, I must not flee, But thy divine command obey ? I would not, Lord, pass by that cross, For thou hast placed it in my way; To turn aside would be my loss, I therefore lift my heart and pray :Shew me the cross that I must bear; Bend my proud heart, that I may take In holy faith and humble prayer, The cross of shame, for thy dear sake : For thou didst take a cross for me, And on it all my sins didst bear; Its agony
thou didst not flee, That in thy glory I might share. Then I will take my cross with joy, And bear it onward to the end ; My shame and pride, O Lord, destroy, My faith and hope on thee depend. Thou soon wilt take the cross away, And place the crown upon my brow, In that bright world of endless day, Where I no more a cross shall know.
Destitute, despised, forsaken,
Thou, from hence, my all shalt be.
Perish every fond ambition,
All I've sought, and hoped, and known: Yet how rich is my condition !
God and heaven are still mine own. Let the world despise and leave me :
They have left my Saviour too. Human hearts and looks deceive me:
Thou art not, like them, untrue.
God of wisdom, love, and might,
Shew thy face, and all is bright.
'Twill but drive me to thy breast; Life with trials hard may press me,
Heaven will bring me sweeter rest; O'tis not in grief to harm me,
While thy love is left to me; O'twere not in joy to charm me,
Were that joy unmix'd with thee. Soul ! then, know thy full salvation;
Rise o'er sin and fear and care;
Something still to do or bear.
What a Father's smiles are thine :
Child of heaven, canst thou repine ? Haste thee on from grace to glory,
Arm'd by faith and wing'd by prayer: Heaven's eternal days before thee:
God's own hand shall guide thee there.