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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
Thou shalt see thy foes no more:
shall I follow him I serve ?
Lord, should my path through suffering lie
TAKE up thy cross, the Saviour said,
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.
Not to live without the cross,
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 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.
All to leave and follow thee.
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.