My longing heart implores thy grace:
O make me in thy likeness shine!
2 When pain o'er my weak flesh prevails,
With lamb-like patience arm my breast;
When grief my wounded soul assails,
In lowly meekness may I rest.
3 Close by thy side still may I keep,
Howe'er life's various current flow;
With steadfast eye mark every step,
And follow thee where'er thou go.
4 Thou, Lord, the dreadful fight hast won;
Alone thou hast the wine-press trod;
In me thy strengthening grace be shown,
O may I conquer through thy blood!
ETERNAL Beam of Light divine,
Fountain of unexhausted love;
In whom the Father's glories shine,
Through earth beneath and heaven above.
2 Jesus, the weary wanderers' rest,
Give me thy easy yoke to bear;
With steadfast patience arm my breast,
With spotless love, and lowly fear.
3 Thankful I take the cup from thee,
Prepared and mingled by thy skill';
Though bitter to the taste it be,
Powerful the wounded soul to heal. 4 Be thou, O Rock of ages, nigh!
So shall each murmuring thought be gone; And grief, and fear, and care, shall fly, As clouds before the mid-day sun.
5 Speak to my warring passions, "Peace;" Say to my trembling heart, "Be still;" Thy power my strength and fortress is,10 For all things serve thy sovereign will.
HYMN 237. L. M. [480]
LET me but hear my Saviour say,
"Strength shall be equal to thy day,"
Then I rejoice in deep distress,
Upheld by all-sufficient grace.
2 I can do all things-or can bear
All suffering, if my Lord be there;
Sweet pleasures mingle with the pains,
While he my sinking head sustains.
3 I glory in infirmity,
That Christ's own power may rest on me; When I am weak, then I am strong: Grace is my shield, and Christ my song,
HYMN 238. C. M. [326]
MY Shepherd will supply my need,
Jehovah is his name;
In pastures fresh he makes me feed,
Beside the living stream.
2 He brings my wandering spirit back,
When I forsake his ways:
And leads me for his mercy's sake,
In paths of truth and grace.
3 When I walk thro' the shades of death,
Thy presence is my stay;
A word of thy supporting breath
Drives all my fears away.
4 Thy hand, in sight of all my foes,
Doth now my table spread:
My cup with blessings overflows,
Thine oil anoints my head..
5 The sure provisions of my God
Attend me all my days:
O may thine house be mine abode,
And all my work be praise!
HYMN 239. L. M. [384]
AS pants the hart for water brooks,
So pants, O God, my soul for thee!
To thee my thirsty spirit looks;
O, when shall I thy presence see?
2 Why, O my soul, art thou cast down? Why this disquiet in my breast? Hope thou in God; for, tho' he frown, His grace and love shall make thee blest! 3 Where mountains rise, and torrents flow, My burden'd soul remembers thee; By Jordan's stream, 'mid Hermon's snow, When waves of trouble rush o'er me. 4 Still, Lord, thy goodness cheers my day, And in the night thy song I sing;
In thee I trust, to thee I pray;
To thee, my Rock, my God, my King!
5 Why, O my soul, art thou cast down?
Why this disquiet in my breast?
Hope thou in God, for tho he frown,
His grace and love shall make thee blest!
HYMN 240. C. M. [460]
WHAT tho' no flowers the fig-tree clothe,
Though vines their fruit deny,
The labor of the olive fail,
And fields no meat supply;
2 Tho' from the fold, with sad surprise,
My flock cut off I see;
Though famine reign in empty stalls,
Where herds were wont to be;
3 Yet in the Lord will I be glad,
And glory in his love;
In him I'll joy, who will the God
Of my salvation prove.
4 God is the treasure of my soul,
The source of lasting joy;
A joy which want shall not impair,
Nor death itself destroy.
HYMN 241. S. M. [466]
HOW gentle God's commands!
How kind his precepts are!
Come, cast your burdens on the Lord,
And trust his constant care.
2 His bounty will provide,
His saints securely dwell:
That hand which bears creation up,
Shall guard his children well.
3 Why should this anxious load
Press down your weary mind?
O seek your heavenly Father's throne,
And peace and comfort find.
4 His goodness stands approved,
Unchanged from day to day;
I'll drop my burden at his feet,
And bear a song away.
HYMN 242. L. M. [310]
HIGH in thy heavens, eternal God,
Thy goodness in full glory shines;
Thy truth shall break thro' every cloud
That veils and darkens thy designs.
2 For ever firm thy justice stands,
As mountains their foundations keep:
Wise are the wonders of thy hands;
Thy judgments are a mighty deep.
3 Thy providence is kind and large;
Both man and beast thy bounty share:
The whole creation is thy charge,
But saints are thy peculiar care.
5 My God, how excellent thy grace,
Whence all our hope and comfort springs; The sons of Adam, in distress,
Fly to the shadow of thy wings.
HYMN 243. L. M. [312]
FORTH in thy name, O Lord, I go,
My daily labor to pursue;
Thee, only thee, resolved to know,
In all I think, or speak, or do.
2 Thee may I set at my right hand,
Whose eyes my inmost substance see;
And labor on at thy command,
And offer all my works to thee.
3 Give me to bear thy easy yoke,
And every moment watch and pray;
And still to things eternal look,
And hasten to thy glorious day.
4 For thee delightfully employ,
Whate'er thy bounteous grace hath given:
And run my course with even joy,
And closely walk with thee to heaven.
HYMN 244. C. M. [311]
SUMMON'D my labor to renew,
And glad to act my part,
Lord, in thy name my work I do,
And with a single heart.
2 And of my every action thou,
In all things thee I see;
Accept my hallow'd labor now,
I do it unto thee.
3 Whate'er the Father views as thine,
He views with gracious eyes;
Jesus, this mean oblation join,
To thy great Sacrifice.
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