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If the way be drear,
If the foe be near,
For, through many a foe,
From a long-felt grief;
Show us that bright shore
Till our rest be won;
Till we safely stand
my care ?"
AY not, my soul, “From whence
Can God relieve
Has servants everywhere :
Thou seekest charity,
And ask relief of thee.
Comes as a wounded heart;
And kindliness thou art.
Will he an alms receive ?
Then never doubt and fret;
More likely to forget?
His methods seldom guess'd;
Surprise will give it zest:
His heart profoundly kind;
And never is behind.
Which few will share with thee?
And shall he fail to see?
Thou art not left alone :
And soon wilt share his throne. 192
OY is a fruit that will not grow
All we can boast, till Christ we know,
Is vanity and toil. But where the Lord has planted grace,
And made his glories known,
Are found, and there alone.
A sense of pard’ning love,
Gives joys like those above.
To take a glimpse within the veil,
To know that God is mine,
And sanctify the mind,
And leave the world behind.
193 WHI THEN gathering clouds around I view,
And days are dark and friends are few, On Him I lean, who not in vain Experienced every human pain. He sees my wants, allays my fears, And counts and treasures up my tears. If aught should tempt my soul to stray From heavenly wisdom's narrow way, To flee the good I would pursue, Or do the sin I would not do; Still He, who felt temptation's power, Shall guard me in that dangerous hour. If wounded love my bosom swell, Deceived by those I prized too well, He shall his pitying aid bestow, Who felt on earth severer woe, At once betray'd, denied, or fled, By those who shared his daily bread. If vexing thoughts within me rise, And, sore dismay'd, my spirit dies; Yet He, who once vouchsafed to bear The sickening anguish of despair,
Shall sweetly soothe, shall gently dry
And wipe the latest tear away. 194
HY should I fear the darkest hour,
Or tremble at the tempest's power? Jesus vouchsafes to be my tower. Though hot the fight, why quit the field, Why must I either flee or yield, Since Jesus is my mighty shield ? Though all the flocks and herds were dead, My soul a famine need not dread, For Jesus is my living bread. I know not what may soon betide, Or how my wants shall be supplied; But Jesus knows and will provide. Though sin would fill me with distress, The throne of grace I dare address, For Jesus is my righteousness. Against me earth and hell combine, But on my side is power divine; Jesus is all, and He is mine.
CHY sinks my weak desponding mind ?
Why heaves my heart the anxious sigh ? Can sov'reign goodness be unkind ?
Am I not safe if God is nigh ? My God, if thou art mine indeed,
Then I have all my heart can crave; A present help in time of need;
Still kind to hear, and strong to save ! Forgive my doubts, O gracious Lord,
And ease the sorrows of my breast ! Speak to my heart the healing word,
That thou art mine, and I am blest !
Despairing of relief,
And did not heed thy grief?
Supports the fainting heart;
His heavenly aids impart.
And youthful vigour cease ;
In strength shall still increase.
The path of life divine;
With growing brightness shine.