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2. When mounted on Thy clouded car,
Thou send'st Thy darker spirits down,
Thy light, sweet beaming through Thy frown;
I think of Thee, and smile again. 3. So, trusting in Thy love, I tread
The narrow path of duty on;
What though some flattering dreams are gone?
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And in my heart despondence sighs;
That “as my day, my strength shall be."
'Mid smitten joys and buried loves,
That was my day my strength shall be."
One pang--the keenest and the last;
Hath taught each scene the notes of woe;
And let thy tears forget to flow;
2. Come, freely come, by sin oppress'd;
On Jesus cast thy weighty load;
Safe in the mercy of thy God;
Forever love and praise the Lord.
So peace thy gloom shall chase away,
Shall tend thy steps and near thee stay;
Though strength, and health, and friends be gone;
Though every comfort be withdrawn;
Father, thy mercy never dies.
Though my heart fail, and flesh decay;
When earth's foundations melt away ;
Amid this state of doubt and sin ?
With weakness, pain, disease within;
And, strong in faith, extinguish fear?
Amid the clouds of dark dismay,
And kindle love's meridian day.
L. M. 1. As oft, with worn and weary feet,
We tread earth's rugged valley o'er,
Christ took this very path before !
From life's first dawning to its close. 2. Do sickness, feebleness, or pain,
Or sorrow in our path appear,
More deeply did He suffer here !
Filled up with suff'ring and with grief! 3. If Satan tempt our hearts to stray,
And whisper evil things within,
Assail our Lord with thoughts of sin;
The tempter came with all his power. 4. Just such as I, this earth He trod,
With every human ill but sin;
As I am now, so He has been.
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Who rose from death, be glory given;
Henceforth by all in earth and heaven.
And there's a cross for me.
2. How happy are the saints above,
Who once went sorrowing here;
And joy without a tear.
Till death shall set me free,
For there's a crown for me.
G. N. ALLEN.
1. Upon the crystal pavement down
At Jesus' pierced feet,
And His dear name repeat.
Beneath heaven's arches high,
That lives no more to die.
O resurrection day !
1. Now to the haven of Thy breast,
O Son of man, I fly;
For O! the storm is high.
My shield and shelter be:
The storm of sin I see.
Is to a barren place,
Thy sweet, refreshing grace.
4. As o'er a parched and weary land,
A rock extends its shade,
And screen my naked head,
Thou hast my succor been;
Restraining me from sin.
In every trying hour;
And shield me with Thy power.
1. Jesus! Thy love shall we forget,
And never bring to mind
And bade us pardon find.
Thy fasting and Thy prayer ;
To save us from despair ?
3. Gethsemane can we forget
Thy struggling agony ;
And none to watch with Thee?
4. Our sorrows and our sins were laid
On Thee, alone on Thee :
Thine all the glory be!
Our kindred cease to love;