I IF thou but suffer God to guide thee, And hope in him through all thy ways, He'll give thee strength, whate'er betide thee, And bear thee through the evil days. Who trusts in God's unchanging love, Builds on the rock that nought can move. 2 What can these anxious cares avail thee? These never-ceasing moans and sighs? What can it help if thou bewail thee O'er each dark moment as it flies? Our cross and trials do but press The heavier for our bitterness. 3 Only be still, and wait his leisure In cheerful hope, with heart content To take whate'er thy Father's pleasure Nor doubt our inmost wants are known To him who chose us for his own. 4 All are alike before the Highest: In their golden light be seen; Let us think how heav'n and home Lie beyond that "Till he come." 3 Clouds and conflicts round us press : Death, and darkness, and the tomb, 4 See the feast of love is spread ; He lead-eth me! O, blessed thought! O, words with heavenly comfort fraught! Whate'er I do, where REFRAIN. 'er I be, Still 'tis God's hand that lead-eth me. He lead-eth me, he lead-eth me! Be still, my soul; thy best, thy heavenly Friend Thro' thorn-y ways leads to a joyful end. 697. I BE still, my soul; the Lord is on thy side; Bear patiently thy cross of grief and pain; Leave to thy God to order and provide ; In every change he faithful will remain. Be still, my soul; thy best, thy heavenly Friend Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end. 2 Be still, my soul; thy God doth undertake To guide the future as he has the past. Thy hope, thy confidence, let nothing shake; All now mysterious shall be bright at last. Be still, my soul; the waves and winds shall know [below. His voice who ruled them while he dwelt 3 Be still, my soul; when dearest friends depart, And all is darkened in the vale of tears, Then thou shalt better know his love, his heart, Who comes to soothe thy sorrow and thy fears. Be still, my soul; thy Jesus can repay From his own fulness all he takes away. 4 Be still, my soul; the hour is hastening on When we shall be forever with the Lord; When disappointment, grief, and fear are gone, Sorrow forgot, love's purest joys restored. Be still, my soul; when change and tears are past, All safe and blessed shall we meet at last. By his own hand he leadeth me. His faithful follower I would be, For by his hand he lead-eth me. 4 24 It passeth knowledge, that dear love of thine, O Christ, my Saviour! yet this soul of mine Would of that ༡ ༡, love, in all its depth and length, Its height, and breadth, and ev - er-lasting strength, Know more and more. 698. 1 Ir passeth knowledge, that dear love of 3 0, fill me, Christ, my Saviour, with thy I IT thine, O Christ, my Saviour! yet this soul of mine Would of that love, in all its depth and length, Its height, and breadth, and everlasting strength, Know more and more. 2 It passeth telling, that dear love of thine, Thou mighty Saviour! yet these lips of mine Would fain proclaim to sinners, far and near, A love which can remove all guilty fear, And love beget. More Love to Thee. love! May woes but drive me to the fount above; Thither may I in childlike faith draw nigh, And never to another fountain fly, But unto thee ! 4 And when, my Saviour, thy dear face I see, When at thy lofty throne I bend the knee, Then of thy love, in all its breadth and length, Its height, and depth, and everlasting strength, My soul shall sing. Take it, then, where'er you go. Precious name, O, how sweet! Hope of earth and joy of heav'n. Precious This is my earnest plea,- More love, O Christ, to thee, More love to thee! 3 Let sorrow do its work, Send grief and pain; Sweet are thy messengers, 4 Then shall my latest breath My heart shall raise ; |