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4. As o'er a parched and weary land,
A rock extends its shade,

So hide me, Saviour, with Thy hand,
And screen my naked head,

5. In all the times of my distress
Thou hast my succor been;.
And, in my utter helplessness,
Restraining me from sin.

6. How swift to save me didst thou move,
In every trying hour;

O! still protect me with Thy love,
And shield me with Thy power.

772.

C. M.

C. WESLEY.

1. JESUS! Thy love shall we forget,
And never bring to mind

The grace that paid our hopeless debt,
And bade us pardon find.

2. Shall we Thy life of grief forget,
Thy fasting and Thy prayer;
Thy locks with mountain vapors wet,
To save us from despair?

3. Gethsemane can we forget-
Thy struggling agony ;
When night lay dark on Olivet,

And none to watch with Thee?

4. Our sorrows and our sins were laid
On Thee, alone on Thee:

Thy precious blood our ransom paid-
Thine all the glory be!

5. Life's brightest joys we may forget-
Our kindred cease to love;

But He who paid our hopeless debt,
Our constancy shall prove.

CARISTIAN LYRE

773.

774.

C. M.

1. COME to the ark-come to the ark,
To Jesus come away;

The pestilence walks forth by night,
The arrow flies by day.

2. Come to the ark-the waters rise,
The seas their billows rear;

While darkness gathers o'er the skies,
Behold a refuge near!

3. Come to the ark-all, all that weep
Beneath the sense of sin;
Without, deep calleth unto deep
But all is peace within.

4. Come to the ark-ere yet the flood
Your lingering steps oppose;

Come, for the door which open stood,
Is now about to close.

C. M.

1. O THOU, who driest the mourner's tear, How dark this world would be,

If, when deceived and wounded here,
We could not fly to Thee!

2. But Thou wilt heal the broken heart,
Which, like the plants that throw
Their fragrance from the wounded part,
Breathes sweetness out of woe.

3. When joy no longer soothes or cheers,
And e'en the hope that threw

A moment's sparkle o'er our tears
Is dimmed and vanished too;

4. O, who would bear life's stormy doom,
Did not Thy wing of love

Come, brightly wafting through the gloom
Our peace-branch from above?

5. Then sorrow, touched by Thee, grows bright, With more than rapture's ray;

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As darkness shows us worlds of light
We never saw by day.

C. M.

1. WHEN grief and anguish press me down,
And hope and comfort flee,

I cling, O Father, to Thy throne,
And stay my heart on Thee.

2. When death invades my peaceful home,
The sundered ties shall be

A closer bond, in time to come,
To bind my heart to Thee.

3. Lord, not my will, but Thine be done!
My soul, from fear set free,

776.

Her faith shall anchor at Thy throne,
And trust alone in Thee.

C. M.

1. OUR pathway oft is wet with tears,
Our skies with clouds o'ercast,
And worldly cares and worldly fears
Go with us to the last;-

Not to the last! God's word hath said,
Could we but read aright:

O pilgrim! lift in hope thy head,
At eve it shall be light!

MOORE.

2. Though earth-born shadows now may shroud Our toilsome path awhile,

God's blessed word can part each cloud,

And bid the sunshine smile.

If we but trust in living faith,

His love and power divine,

Then, though our sun may set in death,
His light shall round us shine.

3. When tempest clouds are dark on high,
His bow of love and praise

Shines beauteous in the vaulted sky,
Token that storms shall cease.
Then keep we on with hope unchill'd
By faith and not by sight,

And we shall own His word fulfill'd-
At eve there shall be light!

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778.

C. M.

BARTON.

1. DEAR Refuge of my weary soul,
On Thee, when sorrows rise-
On Thee, when waves of trouble roll,
My fainting hope relies.

2. To Thee I tell each rising grief,
For Thou alone canst heal;
Thy word can bring a sweet relief
For every pain Ï feel.

3. But O! when gloomy doubts prevail,
I fear to call Thee mine;
The springs of comfort seem to fail,
And all my hopes decline.

4. Yet, gracious God, where shall I flee?
Thou art my only trust:

And still my soul would cleave to Thee,
Though prostrate in the dust.

5. Thy mercy-seat is open still,

Here let my soul retreat,

With humble hope attend Thy will,
And wait beneath Thy feet.

MRS. STEELE.

C. M.

1. In time of fear, when trouble's near,
I look to thine abode;

Tho' helpers fail, and foes prevail,
I'll put my trust in God.

779.

2. And what is life, 'mid toil and strife?
What terror has the grave?

Thine arm of power, in peril's hour,
The trembling soul will save.

3. In darkest skies, though storms arise,
I will not be dismay'd:

O God of light, and boundless might,
My soul on Thee is stay'd! T. HASTINGS.

C. M.

1. WHEN Waves of trouble round me swell,
My soul is not dismay'd;

I hear a voice I know full well-
""Tis I; be not afraid.”

2. When black the threatening skies appear,
And storms my path invade,

Those accents tranquilize each fear

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Tis I; be not afraid."

3. There is a gulf that must be cross'd;
Saviour, be near to aid!

Whisper, when my frail bark is toss'd-
""Tis I; be not afraid."

4. There is a dark and fearful vale,
Death hides within its shade;

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say when flesh and heart shall fail-
""Tis I; be not afraid."

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1. WHERE shall the child of sorrow find
A place for calm repose?
Thou! Father of the fatherless,

Pity the orphan's woes!

2. What Friend have I in heaven or earth,
What Friend to trust but Thee?

My father's dead, my mother's dead;
My God! "remember me."

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