159. The cheerful tribute will I give, PHILIP DODdridge. PATIENCE. L. M. WAIT AIT on the Lord, ye heirs of hope! Well can he bear your courage up, He waits his own well-chosen hour Blest are the humble souls, that wait Still, till their Father's well-known voice PHILIP Doddridge. 160. COMMIT THOU ALL THY GRIEFS. S. M. OMMIT thou all thy griefs COMM And ways into his hands, To his sure truth and tender care, Who points the clouds their course, Thou on the Lord rely, So safe shalt thou go on; Fix on his work thy steadfast eye, No profit canst thou gain To him commend thy cause; his ear Attends the softest prayer. Thy everlasting truth, Father thy ceaseless love, Sees all thy children's wants, and knows What best for each will prove. Give to the winds thy fears; Hope, and be undismayed; God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears, Through waves and clouds and storms, Wait thou his time; so shall this night Still heavy is thy heart? Still sink thy spirits down? Cast off the weight, let fear depart, And every care be gone. Thou seest our weakness, Lord! Our hearts are known to thee: Oh! lift thou up the sinking hand, Confirm the feeble knee! Let us in life, in death, Thy steadfast truth declare, And publish, with our latest breath, Thy love and guardian care! PAUL GERHARDT. Tr. by JOHN WESLEY. 1739. 161. 8.7. HEAR, MY PEOPLE. EAR what God the Lord hath spoken: Comfortless, afflicted, broken, Fair abodes I build for you ; Shall no more perplex your ways; 66 'There, like streams that feed the garden, For the Lord, your faith rewarding, All his bounty shall bestow ; "Ye no more your suns descending, But your griefs for ever ending, Find eternal noon in me; 162. God shall rise, and, shining o'er ye, WILLIAM Cowper. MY HELPER, GOD. Y helper, God! I bless his name ; MY L. M. The same his power, his grace the same: The tokens of his friendly care Open, and crown, and close the year. I 'midst ten thousand dangers stand, Thus far his arm hath led me on; PHILIP DOddridge. |