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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.


my care ?"


AY not, my soul, “From whence

Can God relieve
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.

Will he an alms receive ?

Then never doubt and fret;
Is God less able to relieve,

More likely to forget?
God's help is always sure,

His methods seldom guess'd;
Delay will make our pleasure pure,

Surprise will give it zest:
His wisdom is sublime,

His heart profoundly kind;
God never is before his time,

And never is behind.
Hast thou assumed a load

Which few will share with thee?
And art thou carrying it for God,

And shall he fail to see?
Be comforted at heart,

Thou art not left alone :
Now, thou the Lord's companion art,

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,
There fruits of heavenly joy and peace

Are found, and there alone.
A bleeding Saviour seen by faith,

A sense of pard’ning love,
A hope that triumphs over death,

Gives joys like those above.

To take a glimpse within the veil,

To know that God is mine,
Are springs of joy that never fail,

Unspeakable, divine.
These are the joya which satisfy

And sanctify the mind,
Which make the spirit mount on high,

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
The throbbing heart, the streaming eye.
When sorrowing o'er some stone I bend
Which covers what was once a friend,
And from his hand, his voice, his smile,
Divides me for a little while;
My Saviour marks the tears I shed;
For Jesus wept o'er Lazarus dead.
And O! when I have safely pass'd
Through every conflict but the last;
Still, still unchanging, watch beside
My dying bed-for Thou hast died;
Then point to realms of cloudless day,

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.


195 WF

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 !

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VHY pour'st thou forth thy anxious plaint,

Despairing of relief,
As if the Lord o'erlook'd thy cause,

And did not heed thy grief?
He gives the conquest to the weak,

Supports the fainting heart;
And courage in the evil hour

His heavenly aids impart.
Here human power shall fast decay,

And youthful vigour cease ;
But they who wait upon the Lord,

In strength shall still increase.
They with unwearied feet shall tread

The path of life divine;
With growing ardour onward move,

With growing brightness shine.

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