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But, O my Lord, one look from thee
Subdues the disobedient will;
Drives doubt and discontent away,
And thy rebellious child is still!
Thou art as ready to forgive
As I am ready to repine;

Thou, therefore, all the praise receive;
Be shame and self-abhorrence mine.

MY soul, what means this sadness? Wherefore art thou thus cast down? Let thy grief be turn'd to gladness;

Bid thy restless fears be gone:

Look to Jesus, and rejoice in his dear name. What tho' Satan's strong temptations Vex and tease thee, day by day:

And thy sinful inclinations

Often fill thee with dismay;

Thou shalt conquer, thro' the Lamb's redeeming blood.

Tho' ten thousand ills beset thee

From without and from within, Jesus saith, he'll ne'er forget thee, But will save from hell and sin; He is faithful, to perform his gracious word. Tho' distresses now attend thee,

And thou tread'st the thorny road; His right hand shall still defend thee; Soon he'll bring thee home to God: Therefore praise him; praise the great Redeemer's name.

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No relief can find,

whose sorrow

Trust in God, and borrow

Ease for heart and mind.
Where the mourner, weeping,
Sheds the secret tear,
God his watch is keeping,
Though no one else is near.

God will never leave us,

All our wants he knows,
Feels the pains that grieve us,
Sees our cares and woes:
When in grief we languish,
He will dry the tear,
Who his children's anguish
Soothes with succour near.
All our woe and sadness
In this world below,
Balance not the gladness
We in heaven shall know,
When our gracious Saviour
In the realms above,
Crowns us with his favour,
Fills us with his love.

AS when the weary traveller gains

The height of some commanding hill,
His heart revives, if o'er the plains
He sees his home though distant still;
So when the Christian pilgrim views
By faith his mansion in the skies;
That sight his fainting strength renews,
And wings his speed to reach the prize.

The hope of heav'n his spirit cheers;
No more he grieves for sorrows past;
Nor any future conflict fears,
So he may safe arrive at last.

O Lord, on thee our hopes we stay,
To lead us on to thine abode;
Assured thy love will far o'erpay
The hardest labours of the road.

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S pants the heart for cooling streams,

So longs my soul, O God, for thee,
And thy refreshing grace.
For thee, my God, the living God,
My thirsty soul doth pine:
O when shall I behold thy face,
Thou Majesty divine!

Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Trust God, who will employ

His aid for thee, and change these sighs
To thankful hymns of joy.

Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Hope still, and thou shalt sing

The praise of him who is thy God,
Thy health's eternal spring.

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SHALL

HALL we grow weary in our watch,
And murmur at the long delay,

Impatient of our Father's time,
And his appointed way?

Oh, oft a deeper test of faith
Than prison-cell, or martyr's stake,
The self-renouncing watchfulness
Of silent prayer may make.
We gird us bravely, to rebuke
Our erring brother in the wrong;
And in the ear of pride and power
Our warning voice is strong.

Easier to smite with Peter's sword
Than watch one hour in humbling prayer;
Life's great things, like the Syrian lord,
Our hearts can do and dare:

But, oh, we shrink from Jordan's side,
From waters which alone can save;
And murmur for Abana's banks,
And Pharpar's brighter wave.
O Thou, who in the garden's shade
Didst wake thy weary ones again
Who slumber'd at that fearful hour,
Forgetful of thy pain,-

Bend o'er us now, as over them,
And set our sleep-bound spirits free,
Nor leave us slumbering in the watch
Our souls should keep with Thee!

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JESUS, still lead on

Till our rest be won;

And although the way be cheerless,
We will follow, calm and fearless:
Guide us by thy hand

To our Fatherland.

If the way be drear,
If the foe be near,

Let not faithless fears o'ertake us,
Let not faith and hope forsake us;
For, through many a foe,
To our home we go.

When we seek relief

From a long-felt grief;
When oppress'd by new temptations,
Lord, increase and perfect patience;
Show us that bright shore
Where we weep no more.
Jesus, still lead on

Till our rest be won;
Heavenly Leader, still direct us,
Still support, console, protect us,
Till we safely stand
In our Fatherland.

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not, my

SAY soul, "From whence

Can God relieve my care?"

Remember that Omnipotence

Has servants everywhere:
But if as weak and poor
Thou seekest charity,

Christ may come knocking at thy door,

And ask relief of thee.

He comes as truth denied;
Comes as a wounded heart;
Sees if with courage well supplied
And kindliness thou art.