1 JESUS, Lover of my soul, Let me to thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high: Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life be past; Safe into the haven guide; O receive my soul at last!
2 Other refuge have I none; Helpless hangs my soul on thee; Leave, O leave me not alone! Still support and comfort me. All my trust on thee is stayed, All my help from thee I bring; Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of thy wing.
3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want; More than all in thee I find 1; Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Thou of life the fountain art; Freely let me take of thee;
Spring thou up within my heart; Rise to all eternity.
Christ our Guide and our Wisdom.
1 CHRIST leads me through no darker rooms Than he went through before:
He that into God's kingdom comes Must enter by this door.
2 Come, Lord, when grace hath made me meet Thy blessed face to see;
For if thy work on earth be sweet, What must thy glory be?
3 Then I shall end my sad complaints, And weary, sinful days,
And join with those triumphant saints That sing Jehovah's praise.
4 My knowledge of that life is small; The eye of faith is dim;
But 't is enough that Christ knows all, And I shall be with him!
The Heralds of the Cross.
1 FORTH Went the heralds of the cross, No dangers made them pause; They counted all the world but loss, For their great Master's cause.
2 Through looks of fire, and words of scorn, Serene their path they trod;
And, to the dreary dungeon borne, Sang praises unto God.
3 Friends dropped the hand they clasped before, Love changed to cruel hate;
And home to them was home no more; Yet mourned they not their fate.
4 In all his dark and dread array, Death rose upon their sight;
But calmly still they kept their way, And shrank not from the fight.
5 They knew to whom their trust was given, They could not doubt his word; Before them beamed the light of heaven, The presence of their Lord.
1 FOR all thy saints, O God, Who strove in Christ to live, Who followed him, obeyed, adored, Our grateful hymn receive.
2 For all thy saints, O God, Accept our thankful cry,
Who counted Christ their great reward, And strove in him to die.
3 They all, in life and death, With him, their Lord, in view, Learned from thy Holy Spirit's breath To suffer and to do.
4 For this, thy name we bless, And humbly beg that we May follow them in holiness, And live and die in thee.
"We look for new heavens and a new earth."
1 WE wait in faith, in prayer we wait, Until the happy hour
When God shall ope the morning gate, By his almighty power.
2 We wait in faith, and turn our face To where the daylight springs; Till Christ shall come earth's gloom to chase, With healing on his wings.
3 And even now, amid the gray, The East is brightening fast, And kindling to that perfect day Which never shall be past
4 We wait in faith, we wait in prayer, Till that blest day shall shine, When earth shall fruits of Eden bear, And all, O God, be thine!
5 O, guide us till our night is done! Until, from shore to shore, Thou, Lord, our everlasting sun, Art shining evermore!
The Christian Zion. Psalm 48.
1 WITH stately towers and bulwarks strong, Unrivalled and alone,
Loved theme of many a sacred song, God's holy city shone.
2 Thus fair was Zion's chosen seat, The glory of all lands;
Yet fairer, and in strength complete, The Christian temple stands.
3 The faithful of each clime and age This glorious Church compose; Built on a rock, with idle rage The threatening tempest blows.
4 In vain may hostile bands alarm, For God is her defence;
How weak, how powerless each arm, Against Omnipotence!
Future Glory of the Church. Psalm 67.
1 ON thy Church, O Power Divine, Cause thy glorious face to shine; Till the nations from afar
Hail her as their guiding star; Till her sons, from zone to zone, Make thy great salvation known.
2 Then shall God, with lavish hand, Scatter blessings o'er the land; Earth shall yield her rich increase, Every breeze shall whisper peace, And the world's remotest bound With the voice of praise resound.
Final Acceptance of all the Righteous.
1 FROM north and south, from east and west, Advance the myriads of the blest: From every clime of earth they come, And find in heaven a common home.
2 In one immortal throng we view Pagan and Christian, Greek and Jew; But, all their doubts and darkness o'er, One only God they now adore.
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