Through waves, and clouds, and storms,
He gently clears thy way:
Wait thou his time, so shall the night
Soon end in joyous day.
Still heavy is thy heart?
Still sink thy spirits down?
Cast off the weight, let fear depart,
Bid every care be gone.
What, though thou rulest not?
Yet heaven, and earth, and hell
Proclaim, God sitteth on the throne,
And ruleth all things well.
Leave to his sovereign sway,
To choose and to command;
So shalt thou wondering own his way,
How wise, how strong his hand.
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, in death,
Thy steadfast truth declare,
And publish with our latest breath
Thy love and guardian care.
YOMMIT thou all thy griefs
And ways into his hands,
To his sure truth and tender care,
Who earth and heaven commands:
Who points the clouds their course,
Whom winds and seas obey:
He shall direct thy wandering feet,
He shall prepare thy way.
No profit canst thou gain
By self-consuming care:
To him commend thy cause, his ear
Attends the softest prayer.
When thou arisest, Lord,
What shall thy work withstand? Whate'er thy children want, thou giv'st: And who shall stay thy hand?
Thou everywhere hast sway, And all things serve thy might; Thine every act pure blessing is, Thy path, unsullied light.
RUST in the Lord;-his grace abounding,
Shall succour thee in time of need;
His mighty arm, thy foes confounding,
Shall all thy steps in safety lead.
Trust in the Lord-in days of sorrow,
And meekly tread the thorny way;
It may be thou wilt see to-morrow
The love that chastens thee to-day.
Trust in the Lord-in hours of gladness
Nor let thy heart be lifted up;
In wisely mingled joy and sadness
'Tis He that portions out thy cup.
Trust in the Lord-when flesh is failing, And slowly ebbs thy faltering breath; His grace, o'er all thy sins prevailing, Sufficeth thee in life and death.
OD is my strong salvation,
What foe have I to fear?
In darkness and temptation,
My light, my help is near:
Though hosts encamp around me,
Firm to the fight I stand:
What terror can confound me,
With God at my right hand?
Place on the Lord reliance;
My soul, with courage wait:
His truth be thine affiance,
When faint and desolate.
His might thy heart shall strengthen,
His love thy joy increase:
Mercy thy days shall lengthen;
The Lord will give thee peace.
EJOICE, believer, in the Lord,
Who makes your cause his own;
The hope that's built upon his word
Can ne'er be overthrown.
Though many foes beset your road,
And feeble is your arm,
Your life is hid with Christ in God,
Beyond the reach of harm.
Weak as you are you shall not faint;
Or fainting, shall not die.
Jesus, the strength of every saint,
Will aid you from on high.
Though unperceived by mortal sense,
Faith sees him always near,
A guide, a glory, a defence:
Then what have you to fear?
As surely as he overcame,
And triumph'd once for you;
So surely you that love his name,
Shall through him triumph too.
P to the hills I lift mine eyes,
The eternal hills beyond the skies;
Thence all her help my soul derives;
There mine Almighty refuge lives.
He lives; the everlasting God,
That built the world, that spread the flood;
The heavens with all their hosts he made,
And the dark regions of the dead.
He guides our feet, he guards our way;
His morning smiles bless all the day;
He spreads the evening veil, and keeps
The silent hours while Israel sleeps.
Israel, a name divinely blest,
May rise secure, securely rest;
Thy holy Guardian's wakeful eyes
Admit no slumber nor surprise.
Should earth and hell with malice burn,
Still thou shalt go, and still return
Safe in the Lord; his heavenly care
Defends thy life from every snare.
OVEREIGN Ruler of the skies,
Ever gracious, ever wise,
my times are in thy hand;
All events at thy command.
His decree, who form'd the earth,
Fix'd my first and second birth:
All my times shall ever be
Order'd by his wise decree.
Times of sickness, times of health;
Times of penury and wealth;
Times of trial and of grief;
Times of triumph and relief.
O thou gracious, wise, and just,
In thy hands my life I trust.
Have I somewhat dearer still?
I resign it to thy will.
May I always own thy hand;
Still to the surrender stand.
Thee, at all times, will I bless;
Thee, in whom I all possess.
Hin a heavenly Father's breast?
APPY they that find a rest
Happy they whose praises flow
Even in this vale of woe.
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