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Thy rod shall defend me, Thy staff be my
stay ; No harm can befall, with my Comforter
3 In the midst of affliction my table is spread; With blessings unmeasured my cup run
neth o'er ; With perfume and oil Thou anointest my
head ; Oh, what shall I ask of Thy providence
4 Let goodness and mercy, my bountiful God, Still follow my steps till I meet Thee
above ; I seek, by the path which my forefathers
trod Through the land of their sojourn, Thy kingdom of love.
J. Montgomery. 612
11s. How FIRM a foundation, ye saints of the
Lord, Is laid for your faith in His excellent
Word ! What more can He say than to you He
hath said, Who unto the Saviour for refuge have fled ?
Fear not, I am with thee, oh, be not dis
mayed, For I am thy God, and will still give thee
aid ; I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause
thee to stand, Upheld by My righteous, omnipotent hand.
“When through the deep waters I call thee
The rivers of sorrow shall not overflow; For I will be with thee, thy troubles to
bless, And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress. 4 “When through fiery trials thy pathway
shall lie, My grace, all-sufficient, shall be thy supply; The flame shall not hurt thee; I only de
sign Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to re
5 “Even down to old age all My people
shall prove My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love ; And when hoary hairs shall their temples
adorn, Like lambs they shall still in My bosom be
6 The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for
repose, I will not, I will not desert to his foes : That soul, though all hell should endeavor
to shake, I'll never, no never, no never forsake!”
G. Keith [?].
L. M. 61. LEAVE God to order all thy ways,
And hope in Him whate'er betide ; Thou'lt find Him, in the evil days,
Thine all sufficient strength and guide. Who trusts in God's unchanging love Builds on the rock that naught can move ! 2 Only thy restless heart keep still,
And wait in cheerful hope, content
His all-discerning love hath sent ;
3 He knows when joyful hours are best,
He sends them as He sees it meet,
And now art freed from all deceit,
4 Sing, pray, and swerve not from His ways ;
But do thine own part faithfully.
So shall they be fulfilled in thee.
G. Neumark. Tr. C. Winkworth.
10,10,10 With Alleluia. For all the saints who from their labors
rest, Who Thee by faith before the world con
fessed, Thy name, O Jesus, be forever blest,
Alleluia ! Alleluia !
2 Thou wast their rock, their fortress, and
their might: Thou, Lord, their captain in the well
fought fight; Thou, in the darkness drear, their light of light.
3 Oh, may Thy soldiers, faithful, true, and
bold, Fight as the saints who nobly fought of
old, And win, with them, the victors' crown of gold.
4 Oh, blest communion, fellowship divine !
We feebly struggle, they in glory shine ;
5 And when the strife is fierce, the warfare
long, Steals on the ear the distant triumph-song, And hearts are brave again, and arms are strong.
6 The golden evening brightens in the west ;
Soon, soon to faithful warriors cometh
Sweet is the calm of Paradise the blest.
7 But lo! there breaks a yet more glorious
day; The saints triumphant rise in bright array; The King of glory passes on His way.
8 From earth's wide bounds, from ocean's
farthest coast, Through gates of pearl streams in the
countless host, Singing to Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Alleluia !
W. W. How.
8,7,8,7,7,7. Who are these like stars appearing,
These, before God's throne who stand ?
Who are all this glorious band ?
Praising loud their heav'nly King.
These in God's own truth arrayed,
Robes whose lustre ne'er shall fade,
Whence comes all this glorious band ? 3 These are they who have contended
For their Saviour's honor long, Wrestling on till life was ended,
Following not the sinful throng : These, who well the fight sustained, Triumph by the Lamb have gained.
4 These are they whose hearts were riven,
Sore with woe and anguish tried, Who in prayer full oft have striven
With the God they glorified : Now, their painful conflict o'er,
God has bid them weep no more. 5 These, like priests, have watched and
Day and night they serve Him still.
H. T. Schenck. Tr. F. E. Cox.