My longing heart implores thy grace: O make me in thy likeness shine! 2 When pain o'er my weak flesh prevails, With lamb-like patience arm my breast; When grief my wounded soul assails, In lowly meekness may I rest.
3 Close by thy side still may I keep, Howe'er life's various current flow; With steadfast eye mark every step, And follow thee where'er thou go. 4 Thou, Lord, the dreadful fight hast won; Alone thou hast the wine-press trod; In me thy strengthening grace be shown, O may I conquer through thy blood!
ETERNAL Beam of Light divine, Fountain of unexhausted love; In whom the Father's glories shine, Through earth beneath and heaven above. 2 Jesus, the weary wanderers' rest, Give me thy easy yoke to bear; With steadfast patience arm my breast, With spotless love, and lowly fear. 3 Thankful I take the cup from thee, Prepared and mingled by thy skill'; Though bitter to the taste it be,
Powerful the wounded soul to heal. 4 Be thou, O Rock of ages, nigh!
So shall each murmuring thought be gone; And grief, and fear, and care, shall fly, As clouds before the mid-day sun.
5 Speak to my warring passions, "Peace;" Say to my trembling heart, "Be still;" Thy power my strength and fortress is,10 For all things serve thy sovereign will.
HYMN 237. L. M. [480]
LET me but hear my Saviour say, "Strength shall be equal to thy day," Then I rejoice in deep distress, Upheld by all-sufficient grace.
2 I can do all things-or can bear All suffering, if my Lord be there; Sweet pleasures mingle with the pains, While he my sinking head sustains.
3 I glory in infirmity,
That Christ's own power may rest on me; When I am weak, then I am strong: Grace is my shield, and Christ my song,
HYMN 238. C. M. [326]
MY Shepherd will supply my need, Jehovah is his name;
In pastures fresh he makes me feed, Beside the living stream.
2 He brings my wandering spirit back, When I forsake his ways: And leads me for his mercy's sake, In paths of truth and grace.
3 When I walk thro' the shades of death, Thy presence is my stay; A word of thy supporting breath Drives all my fears away.
4 Thy hand, in sight of all my foes, Doth now my table spread: My cup with blessings overflows, Thine oil anoints my head..
5 The sure provisions of my God Attend me all my days:
O may thine house be mine abode, And all my work be praise!
HYMN 239. L. M. [384]
AS pants the hart for water brooks, So pants, O God, my soul for thee! To thee my thirsty spirit looks;
O, when shall I thy presence see?
2 Why, O my soul, art thou cast down? Why this disquiet in my breast? Hope thou in God; for, tho' he frown, His grace and love shall make thee blest! 3 Where mountains rise, and torrents flow, My burden'd soul remembers thee; By Jordan's stream, 'mid Hermon's snow, When waves of trouble rush o'er me. 4 Still, Lord, thy goodness cheers my day, And in the night thy song I sing;
In thee I trust, to thee I pray;
To thee, my Rock, my God, my King! 5 Why, O my soul, art thou cast down? Why this disquiet in my breast? Hope thou in God, for tho he frown,
His grace and love shall make thee blest! HYMN 240. C. M. [460]
WHAT tho' no flowers the fig-tree clothe, Though vines their fruit deny, The labor of the olive fail,
And fields no meat supply;
2 Tho' from the fold, with sad surprise, My flock cut off I see;
Though famine reign in empty stalls, Where herds were wont to be;
3 Yet in the Lord will I be glad, And glory in his love;
In him I'll joy, who will the God Of my salvation prove.
4 God is the treasure of my soul, The source of lasting joy;
A joy which want shall not impair, Nor death itself destroy.
HYMN 241. S. M. [466]
HOW gentle God's commands! How kind his precepts are! Come, cast your burdens on the Lord, And trust his constant care.
2 His bounty will provide, His saints securely dwell: That hand which bears creation up, Shall guard his children well.
3 Why should this anxious load Press down your weary mind? O seek your heavenly Father's throne, And peace and comfort find.
4 His goodness stands approved, Unchanged from day to day; I'll drop my burden at his feet, And bear a song away.
HYMN 242. L. M. [310]
HIGH in thy heavens, eternal God, Thy goodness in full glory shines; Thy truth shall break thro' every cloud That veils and darkens thy designs. 2 For ever firm thy justice stands,
As mountains their foundations keep: Wise are the wonders of thy hands; Thy judgments are a mighty deep. 3 Thy providence is kind and large; Both man and beast thy bounty share:
The whole creation is thy charge, But saints are thy peculiar care.
5 My God, how excellent thy grace,
Whence all our hope and comfort springs; The sons of Adam, in distress,
Fly to the shadow of thy wings.
HYMN 243. L. M. [312]
FORTH in thy name, O Lord, I go, My daily labor to pursue; Thee, only thee, resolved to know, In all I think, or speak, or do. 2 Thee may I set at my right hand, Whose eyes my inmost substance see; And labor on at thy command,
And offer all my works to thee.
3 Give me to bear thy easy yoke, And every moment watch and pray; And still to things eternal look, And hasten to thy glorious day.
4 For thee delightfully employ,
Whate'er thy bounteous grace hath given:
And run my course with even joy,
And closely walk with thee to heaven. HYMN 244. C. M. [311] SUMMON'D my labor to renew, And glad to act my part, Lord, in thy name my work I do, And with a single heart.
2 And of my every action thou, In all things thee I see; Accept my hallow'd labor now, I do it unto thee.
3 Whate'er the Father views as thine, He views with gracious eyes;
Jesus, this mean oblation join, To thy great Sacrifice.
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