Изображения страниц
PDF
EPUB

773.

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 weer

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.

1774.

C. 31. 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 inoment'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;
As darkness shows us worlds of light

We never say by day.

MOORE.

795.

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,
Her faith shall anchor at Thy throne,

And trust alone in Thee,

[ocr errors]

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! 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 !

BARTON,

1777.

C. M.
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 I 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.

[blocks in formation]

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.

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.

779.

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-

“'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-
“ 'T' is I; be not afraid."
4. There is a dark and fearful vale,

Death hides within its shado;
O say when flesh and heart shall fail-

“ 'Tis I; be not afraid.”

780.

C. M.
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.”

3. Thy gracious promises now fulfill,
And bid

my

trouble cease; In Thee the fatherless shall find

Pure mercy, grace, and peace.
4. I've not a secret care or pain

But He that secret knows;
Thou Father of the fatherless,

Pity the orphan's woes.

781.

C.M.
1. Though faint and sick, and worn away

With poverty and woe,
My widowed feet are doomed to stray

Mid thorny paths below-
2. Be Thou, O Lord, my Father still,

My confidence and guide;
I know that perfect is Thy will,

Whate'er that will decide.
3. I know the soul that trusts in Thee

Thou never wilt forsake;
And though a bruised reed I be,

That reed Thou wilt not break.
4. Then keep me, Lord, where'er I go,

Support me on my way,
Though worn with poverty and woe,

My widowed footsteps stray.
5. To give my weakness strength, O God,

Thy staff shall yet avail;
And though Thou chasten with Thy rod,

That staff shall never fail.

[blocks in formation]

1. 'Twas in the watches of the night

I thought upon Thy power;
I kept Thy lovely face in sight,

Amid the darkest hour.

« ПредыдущаяПродолжить »