1. Sometimes a light surprises The Christian while he sings; It is the Lord who
ris es With healing in His wings; When comforts are de- clin- ing, He
grants the soul a - gain A season of clear shin - ing, To cheer it after rain.
2 In holy contemplation,
We sweetly then pursue
The theme of God's salvation,
And find it ever new;
Set free from present sorrow,
We cheerfully can say,
Let the unknown to-morrow
Bring with it what it may.
3 It can bring with it nothing
But He will bear us through;
Who gives the lilies clothing
Will clothe His people too;
Beneath the spreading heavens,
No creature but is fed;
And He who feeds the ravens
Will give His children bread.
4 Though vine nor fig-tree neither,
Their wonted fruit shall bear,
Though all the field should wither,
Nor flocks nor herds be there;
Yet God the same abiding,
His praise shall tune my voice,
For, while in Him confiding,
I cannot but rejoice.
1 IN heavenly love abiding,
No change my heart shall fear.
And safe is such confiding,
For nothing changes here.
The storm may roar without me,
My heart may low be laid,
But God is round about me,
And can I be dismayed?
2 Wherever He may guide me,
No want shall turn me back;
My Shepherd is beside me,
And nothing can I lack.
His wisdom ever waketh,
His sight is never dim,
He knows the way He taketh,
And I will walk with Him.
3 Green pastures are before me,
Which yet I have not seen;
Bright skies will soon be o'er me,
Where darkest clouds have been.
My hope I cannot measure,
My path to life is free,
My Saviour has my treasure,
And He will walk with me.
1. Thro' the love of God our Saviour, All will be well; Free and changeless is His favor, D.C. Strong the hand stretch'd out to shield us, All must be well.
All, all is well. Precious is the blood that healed us, Perfect is the grace that sealed us.
Tho' rough and steep our pathway, worn and weary, Still will we trust in God.
2 Our eyes see dimly till by faith anointed,
And our blind choosing brings us grief and pain;
Through Him alone who hath our way appointed
2 Help us, through good report and ill,
Our daily cross to bear;
Like Thee, to do our Father's will,
Our brethren's griefs to share.
3 If joy shall at Thy bidding fly,
And grief's dark day come on, We in our turn would meekly cry, "Father, Thy will be done."
4 Should friends misjudge, or foes defame,
Or brethren faithless prove,
Then, like Thine own, be all our aim
To conquer them by love.
5 Kept peaceful in the midst of strife,
Forgiving and forgiven,
O may we lead the pilgrim's life,
And follow Thee to heaven.
1 MUST Jesus bear the cross alone,
And all the world go free?
No, there's a cross for every one,
And there's a cross for me.
2 How happy are the saints above,
Who once went sorrowing here!
But now they taste unmingled love,
And joy without a tear.
3 The consecrated cross I'll bear,
Till death shall set me free;
And then go home my crown to wear,
For there's a crown for me.
4 O precious cross! O glorious crown!
O resurrection day!
Ye angels, from the stars come down.
And bear my soul away.
3 Choose for us, God, nor let our weak preferring
Cheat our poor souls of good Thou hast designed:
Choose for us, God! Thy wisdom is unerring,
And we are fools and blind.
4 So from our sky the night shall furl her shadows,
And day pour gladness through its golden gates;
Our rough path lead to flower-enamelled meadows,
Where joy our coming waits.
5 Let us press on in patient self-denial,
Accept the hardship, shrink not from its loss;
Our guerdon lies beyond the hour of trial,
Our crown beyond the cross.
Je - sus, I my cross have taken, All to leave and follow Thee;) 1. {Desu: tute, despised, for-saken, Thou from hence my all shalt D. C. Yet how rich is my
con di tion, God and heaven are still my
fond ambition, All I've sought, or hoped, or known;
2 Let the world despise and leave me,
They have left my Saviour, too;
Human hearts and looks deceive me,
Thou art not, like man, untrue;
And while Thou shalt smile upon me,
God of wisdom, love, and might,
Foes may hate, and friends may
shun me,
Show Thy face and all is bright.
3 Go then, earthly fame and treasure!
Come disaster, scorn and pain!
In Thy service, pain is pleasure;
With Thy favor, loss is gain.
I have called Thee, Abba, Father;
I have stayed my heart on Thee;
Storms may howl, and clouds may gather,
All must work for good to me.
4 Man may trouble and distress me,
"Twill but drive me to Thy breast;
Life with trials hard may press me,
Heaven will bring me sweeter rest.
O'tis not in grief to harm me,
While Thy love is left to me; O'twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with Thee. 296
1 TAKE, my soul, thy full salvation, Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care; Joy to find in every station Something still to do or bear.
1 CROSS, reproach, and tribulation,
Ye to me are welcome guests,
When I have this consolation,
That my soul in Jesus rests.
The reproach of Christ is glorious;
Those who here His burden bear
In the end shall prove victorious,
And eternal gladness share.
2 Bear, then, the reproach of Jesus,
Ye who live a life of faith;
Lift triumphant songs and praises,
E'en in martyrdom and death.
Bonds, and stripes, and evil story,
Are our honorable crowns;
Pain is peace, and shame is glory,
Gloomy dungeons are as thrones.
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