2 Is there a time of racking grief, That scorns the prospect of relief? My Father! break the cheerless gloom, And bid my heart its calm resume., 3 Is there an hour of peace and joy, When hope is all my soul's employ? My Father! still my hopes will roam, Until they rest with thee, their home. 4 The noontide blaze, the midnight scene, The dawn, or twilight's sweet serene; The glow of life, the dying hour, Shall own my Father's grace and
"Lo, it is I: be not afraid."
1 WHEN power divine, in mortal form, Hushed with a word the raging storm, In soothing accents Jesus said, "Lo! it is I: be not afraid.".
2 So when in silence nature sleeps, And his lone watch the mourner keeps, One thought shall every pang remove; Trust, feeble man, thy Maker's love.
3 Blest be the voice that breathes from heaven To every heart by sorrow riven,
When love, and joy, and hope are fled; "Lo! it is I: be not afraid."
4 God calms the tumult and the storm; He rules the seraph and the worm; No creature is by him forgot,
Of those who know, or know him not.
5 And when the last dread hour shall come, While shuddering nature waits her doom, This voice shall wake the pious dead, "Lo! it is I be not afraid,"
1 FEAR was within the tossing bark, When stormy winds grew loud, And waves came rolling high and dark, And the tall mast was bowed.
2 And men stood breathless in their dread, And baffled in their skill
But One was there, who rose and said To the wild sea, "Be still!"
3 And the wind ceased; it ceased! that word Passed through the gloomy sky, The troubled billows knew their Lord, And sank beneath his eye.
4 Thou that didst rule the angry hour, And tame the tempest's mood- Oh! send thy Spirit forth in power O'er our dark souls to brood!
5 Thou that didst bow the billows' pride, Thy mandates to fulfil-
Speak, speak, to passion's raging tide, Speak and say "Peace, be still!"
C. M. EXETER COLL.
Fortitude founded on Faith.
1 BLEST is the man who fears the Lord; His well established mind, · In every varying scene of life, Shall true composure find.
2 Oft through the deep and stormy sea The heavenly footsteps lie; But on a glorious world beyond His faith can fix its eye.
3 Though dark his present prospects be, And sorrows round him dwell, Yet hope can whisper to his soul, That all shall issue well.
4 Full in the presence of his God, Through every scene he goes, And, fearing him, no other fear His steadfast bosom knows.
1 FAITH adds new charms to earthly bliss, And saves us from its snares; Its aid in every duty brings, And softens all our cares.
2 It quells the raging flames of sin, And lights the sacred fire
Of love to God and heavenly things, And feeds the pure desire.
3 The wounded conscience knows its power The healing balm to give; That balm the saddest heart can cheer, And make the dying live.
4 Wide it unveils celestial worlds, Where deathless pleasures reign, And bids us seek our portion there, Nor bids us seek in vain.
5 On that bright prospect may we rest, Till this frail body dies;
And then, on faith's triumphant wings, To endless glory rise.
"We walk by Faith, not by Sight."
1 'Tis by the faith of joys to come
We walk through deserts dark as night; Till we arrive at heaven, our home, Faith is our guide, and faith our light. 2 The want of sight she well supplies; She makes the pearly gates appear; Far into distant worlds she flies, And brings eternal glories hear.
3 Cheerful we tread the desert through, While faith inspires a heavenly ray; Though lions roar, and tempests blow, And rocks and dangers fill the way.
4 So Abraham, by divine command, Left his own house to walk with God; His faith beheld the promised land, And fired his zeal along the road.
"Faith without Works is Dead."
1 As body when the soul has fled, As barren trees, decayed and dead, Is faith; a hopeless, lifeless thing, If not of righteous deeds the spring. 2 One cup of healing oil and wine, One tear-drop shed on mercy's shrine, Is thrice more grateful, Lord, to thee, Than lifted eye or bended knee.
3 To doers only of the word, Propitious is the righteous Lord;
He hears their cries, accepts their prayers, And heals their wounds, and soothes their
4 In true and genuine faith, we trace The source of every Christian grace; Within the pious heart it plays, A living fount of joy and praise.
5 Kind deeds of peace and love, betray Where'er the stream has found its way; But where these spring not rich and fair, The stream has never wandered there.
1 AWAKE, our souls, away, our fears; Let every trembling thought be gone; Awake and run the heavenly race, And put a cheerful courage on.
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