Thy watchful eyes, which cannot sleep, 2 While near each other we remain, 220 United-though Separated. C. M. 1 BLEST be the dear uniting love That will not let us part; Our bodies may far off remove, 'We still are one in heart. 2 Joined in one spirit to our Head, 3 0, may we ever walk in him, And nothing know beside; Nothing desire, nor aught esteem, 4 Partakers of the Saviour's grace, Nor joy, nor grief, nor time, nor place, 5 But let us hasten to the day Which shall our flesh restore, When death shall all be done away, 221 Kindness to the Poor. 1 FATHER of mercies, send thy grace, All-powerful, from above, To form in our obedient souls The image of thy love. 2 0, may our sympathizing breasts 3 When poor and helpless sons of grief In deep distress are laid, Soft be our hearts their pains to feel, And swift our hands to aid. C. M. 4 So Jesus looked on dying man, When throned above the skies, 5 On wings of love the Saviour flew 222 "Ye have done it unto Me." 1 JESUS, our Lord, how rich thy grace, How shall we count the matchless sum, 2 High on a throne of radiant light What can our poverty bestow, When all the worlds are thine? 3 But thou hast brethren here below, And wilt confess their humble names 4 In them thou may'st be clothed, and fed, And in their accents of distress, Our Saviour's voice is heard. C. M. 5 Thy face, with reverence and with love, We in thy poor would see; O, rather let us beg our bread, 223 CONFLICTS AND TRIALS. S. M. All Things in Christ. 1 THOU very-present Aid In suffering and distress! The mind, which still on thee is stayed, Is kept in perfect peace. 2 Sorrow and fear are gone, Whene'er thy face appears; It stills the sighing orphan's moan, 3 It hallows every cross, It sweetly comforts me; Makes me forget my every loss, And find my all in thee. 4 Jesus, to whom I fly, Will all my wishes fill; What though created streams are dry? I have the fountain still. 5 Stripped of my earthly friends, And peace, and joy which never ends, 224 In Darkness, yet Trusting. 1 My God!-0, could I make the claim- 2 By every name of power and love, 3 Yet, though my soul in darkness mourns, Here would I rest till light returns: 4 Speak, Lord! and bid celestial peace O, smile, and bid my sorrows cease, 5 Then shall my drooping spirit rise, And change these deep, complaining sighs C. M. |