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Then the earth shall find repose
On our world of darkness here. 290 Mark Iv. 23. C. M. F. HEMANS. ]
, When stormy winds grew loud, And waves came rolling high and dark,
And the tall mast was bowed. 2 And men stood breathless in their dread,
And baffled in their skill;
To the wild sea—"Be still !" 3 And the wind ceas'd, -it ceas'd !-that word
Pass'd through the gloomy sky;
And fell beneath His eye.
And silence on the blast;
When sultry day is past.
Didst rule the tempest's mood,
Soft on our souls to brood.
Thy mandate to fulfil,
Speak, and say, “Peace, be still."
Matt. xiv. 23–33. 8.8.6. C. WESLEY. FT when the waves of passion rise,
And o'er the ocean sweep;
Toss'd with the long tempestuous night,
To cheer the lonely deep.
Een now He passes by!
Be not afraid, 'tis I.”
So good, so strong to save;
Swift -walking on the wave.
And brave the tempest's shock:
The wave is firm as rock. 5 Come in, come in, Thou Prince of Peace, And all the storms of sin shall cease
And fall, no more to rise :
Our haven in the skies. 292
Mark vi. 50. C. M. LYTE 1 W
THO walks the waves in wondrous guise,
By nature's laws unstayed ?
“'Tis 1 ; be not afraid.”
Come, Saviour, to my aid; Come, when no other help is nigh,
And say—“Be not afraid.”
3 Speak, and my griefs no more are heard ;
Speak, and my fears are laid; Speak, and my soul shall bless the word,
“'Tis I ; be not afraid." 4 When on the bed of death I lie,
And stretch my hands for aid, Stand Thou before my glazing cye,
And say—“Be not afraid."
When nature sinks dismay'd,
“Tis I; be not afraid.”
293 Luke xix. 41–43. D.S. M.
C. Y. ) HY doth my Saviour weep
At sight of Zion's bowers?
Her gorgeous crown of towers ?
"Tis not in pride or scorn,
His own triumphal morn. 2 “If thou hadst known, even thou,
“At least in this thy day,
“ 'Tis pass'd for aye away:
“And lay thee even with earth,
“Thy glory and thy mirth." 3 And doth the Saviour weep
Over His people's sin,
The souls He died to win ?
Ye hearts that love the Lord,
If at this sight ye burn,
Ye hate what made Him mourn.
294 leb. iv. 15.
C. M. WAITS.
His heart is made of tenderness,
It overflows with love.
He knows our feeble frame;
For He has felt the same.
The great Redeemer stood, While Satan's fiery darts He bore,
And did resist to blood. 4 He in the days of feeble flesh
Pour'd out His cries and tears, And in His measure feels afresh
What every member bears.
But raise it to a flame;
Nor scorns the meanest name.
His mercy and His power ; We sball obtain delivering grace
In the distressing hour.
Heb. il. 17. C. M. C. C. Y.
But how unlike to us, O Lord !
Replies the voice within.
2 O holy God! yet frail weak man!
"Tis not for us to know How spotless soul and body felt
Temptation, pain, and woe. 3 Our faith is weak ;-0 Light of light!
Clear Thou our clouded view; That Son of Man, and Son of God,
We give Thee honour due.
Our trials and our tears;
Death's agonies and fears.
Thou sittest on Thy throne;
Still succouring Thine own. 6 Brother and Saviour, Friend and Judge !
To Thee, O Christ, be given,
Elect in earth and heaven.
John xi. 35. 220.127.116.11.10.10.
CHRISTIAN LYRE. 1 RAW near, ye weary, bow'd, and
broken-hearted; Ye onward travellers to a peaceful bourne: Ye from whose path the light hath all
departed : And ye who 'rc left in solitude to mourn: Though o'er your spirits hath the storm
cloud swept, Sacred are sorrow's tears-since “ Jesus
wept." 2 The bright and spotless Heir of endless
glory, Wept for the woes of thosc He came to save;