3 When the storms are o'er us,
And dark clouds before us,
Then its light directeth,
And our way protecteth.
4 Who can tell the pleasure,
Who recount the treasure,
By Thy word imparted
To the simple-hearted?
5 Word of mercy, giving
Succor to the living;
Word of life, supplying
Comfort to the dying!
6 Oh, that we, discerning
Its most holy learning,
Lord, may love and fear Thee!
Evermore be near Thee!
"COME unto Me, ye weary,
And I will give you rest."
O blessed voice of Jesus,
Which comes to hearts opprest!
It tells of benediction,
Of pardon, grace, and peace,
Of joy that hath no ending,
Of love which cannot cease.
2 "Come unto Me, dear children,
And I will give you light.”
O loving voice of Jesus,
Which comes to cheer the night.
Our hearts were filled with sadness,
And we had lost our way;
But He has brought us gladness
And songs at break of day.
3 "Come unto Me, ye weary,
And I will give you life."
O cheering voice of Jesus,
Which comes to aid our strife,
The foe is stern and eager,
The fight is fierce and long;
But Thou hast made us mighty
And stronger than the strong.
4"And whosoever cometh
I will not cast him out."
O welcome voice of Jesus,
Which drives away our doubt,
Which calls us, very sinners,
Unworthy though we be
Of love so free and boundless,
To come, dear Lord, to Thee.
"TAKE up thy cross," the Saviour said,
"If thou wouldst My disciple be;
Take up thy cross with willing heart
And humbly follow after Me."
2 Take up thy cross; let not its weight
Fill thy weak spirit with alarm;
His strength shall bear thy spirit up,
And brace thy heart, and nerve thine
3 Take up thy cross, nor heed the shame ;
Nor let thy foolish pride rebel ;
Thy Lord for thee the cross endured,
To save thy soul from death and hell.
4 Take up thy cross and follow Christ,
Nor think till death to lay it down;
For only he who bears the cross
May hope to wear the glorious crown.
GOD calling yet! shall I not hear?
Earth's pleasures shall I still hold dear?
Shall life's swift passing years all fly,
And still my soul in slumber lie?
2 God calling yet! shall I not rise?
Can I His loving voice despise,
And basely His kind care repay?
He calls me still; can I delay?
3 God calling yet! and shall He knock,
And I my heart the closer lock?
He still is waiting to receive,
And shall I dare His Spirit grieve?
4 God calling yet! and shall I give
No heed, but still in bondage live?
I wait, but He does not forsake;
He calls me still my heart, awake!
5 God calling yet! I cannot stay;
My heart I yield without delay.
Vain world, farewell, from thee I part; The voice of God hath reached my heart. G. Tersteegen. Tr. S. B. Findlater.
THE Spirit in our hearts
Is whispering, "Sinner, come;
The Bride, the Church of Christ, proclaims To all His children, "Come."
2 Let him that heareth, say
To all about him, "Come;"
Let him that thirsts for righteousness
To Christ, the fountain, come.
3 Yes, whosoever will,
O let him freely come,
And freely drink the stream of life: 'Tis Jesus bids him come.
4 Lo, Jesus, who invites,
Declares, "I quickly come;
Lord, even so; I wait Thine hour;
Jesus, my Saviour, come.
BEHOLD, the Master passeth by !
Oh seest thou not His pleading eye?
With low sad voice He calleth thee,
"Leave this vain world and follow Me."
2 O soul, bowed down with harrowing care,
Hast thou no thought for heaven to spare?
From earthly toils lift up thine eye;
Behold, the Master passeth by !
3 One heard Him calling long ago,
And straightway left all things below,
Counting his earthly gain as loss
For Jesus and His blessèd cross.
4 That "Follow Me" his faithful ear
Seemed every day afresh to hear;
Its echoes stirred his spirit still,
And fired his hope, and nerved his will.
5 God gently calls us every day:
Why should we then our bliss delay?
Thou, Lord, e'en now art calling me,
I will leave all, and follow Thee.
W. W. How (verses 4, 5, alt. fr. T. Ken).
COME, said Jesus' sacred voice,
Come, and make My paths your choice; I will guide you to your home,
Weary pilgrim, hither come.
2 Thou who, houseless, sole, forlorn,
Long hast borne the proud world's scorn, Long hast roamed the barren waste, Weary pilgrim, hither haste.
3 Ye who, tossed on beds of pain,
Seek for ease, but seek in vain;
Ye, by fiercer anguish torn,
In remorse for guilt who mourn;
4 Hither come, for here is found
Balm that flows for every wound,
Peace that ever shall endure,
Rest eternal, sacred, sure.
HARK! my soul, it is the Lord,
'Tis thy Saviour, hear His word:
Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee:
Say, poor sinner, Îov'st thou Me?
2 "I delivered thee when bound,
And, when bleeding, healed thy wound,
Sought thee wandering, set thee right,
Turn'd thy darkness into light.
3 "Can a woman's tender care
Cease towards the child she bare?
Yes, she may forgetful be;
Yet will I remember thee.
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