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LORD, and shall our fainting souls
2 Great Source of light and peace, return,
FFLICTION is a stormy deep,
Though o'er my head the billows roll,
2 The hand that now withholds my joys
And He who bade the tempest roar,
3 In the dark watches of the night,
4 When darkness and when sorrows rose
The Lord has still sustain'd my steps,
5 Here will I rest, and build my hopes,
OD of my life, to Thee I call!
When the great water-floods prevail,
2 Friend of the friendless and the faint! Where should I lodge my deep complaint? Where but with Thee, whose open door Invites the helpless and the poor!
3 Did ever mourner plead with Thee,
4 Poor though I am- despised, forgot,
WHEN languor and disease invade
This trembling house of clay, "T is sweet to look beyond my pains, And long to fly away.
2 Sweet to look inward, and attend
Sweet to look upward to the place
3 Sweet to look back, and see my name
4 Sweet to reflect how grace divine
Sweet to remember that His blood
5 Sweet in His righteousness to stand,
6 If such the sweetness of the streams,
Where saints and angels draw their bliss
ANTICIPATION OF DEATH.
HERE is a house not made with hands,
And here my spirit waiting stands,
2 Shortly this prison of my clay
3 'Tis He, by His almighty grace,
4 We walk by faith of joys to come,
T is not death to die
To leave this weary road,
And 'mid the brotherhood on high,
2 It is not death to close
The eye long dimm'd by tears,
3 It is not death to bear
The wrench that sets us free
From dungeon chain, to breathe the air
4 It is not death to fling
And rise, on strong, exulting wing,
5 Jesus, thou Prince of life!
Like Thee, they conquer in the strife,
́O, no, it is not dying,
2 No, no, it is not dying,
3 No, no, it is not dying,
7s & 6s.
The Shepherd's voice to know;
4 No, no, it is not dying
To wear a heavenly crown;
Of Him whose sway we own.
5 Oh, no, this is not dying,
Thou Saviour of mankind!
NE sweetly solemn thought