4. Poor tho' I am-despised, forgot,
Yet God, my God, forgets me not;
And he is safe, and must succeed,
For whom the Lord vouchsafes to plead.
1. WAIT, O my soul, thy Maker's will.
Tumultuous passions, all be still!
Nor let a murmuring thought arise;
His ways are just, His counsels wise.
2. He in the thickest darkness dwells,
Performs His work, the cause conceals;
But, though His methods are unknown,
Judgment and truth support His throne.
3. In heaven, and earth, and air, and seas,
He executes His firm decrees;
And by His saints it stands confess'd,
That what He does is ever best.
4. Wait, then, my soul, submissive wait,
Prostrate before His awful seat;
And, 'mid the terrors of his rod,
Trust in a wise and gracious God,
1. THE waters of Bethesda's pool
Were to the outward eye as clear,
And to the outward touch as cool,
Before the Visitant drew near.
2. But while untroubled, they possess'd
No healing virtue; gentle Friend,
Is there no fount within the breast,
To which an angel may descend?
3. O, while the soul unruffled lies,
Its mirror only can display,
However beautiful their dyes,
The forms of things that pass away.
4. But when its troubled waters own
A Saviour's presence, in the wave
The healing power of grace is known,
And found omnipotent to save.
5. A glimpse of glories far more bright
Than earth can give is mirrored there;
And perfect purity and light
The presence of its God declare.
1. THE peace, which God alove reveals, And by His word of grace imparts, Which only the believer feels,
Direct, and keep, and cheer our hearts.
2. And may the holy Three in One,
The Father, Word, and Comforter,
Pour an abundant blessing down,
On every soul assembled here.
1. WHEN We, our wearied limbs to rest,
Sat down by proud Euphrates' stream,
We wept with doleful thoughts oppress'd,
And Zion was our mournful theme.
2. Our harps that when with joy we sung, Were wont their tuneful thoughts to bear, With silent strings neglected hung
On willow-trees that withered there.
3. How shall we tune our voice to sing,
Or touch our harps with skillful hands?
Shall hymns of joy, to God our King,
Be sung by slaves in foreign lands?
4. O Salem! our once happy seat,
When I of thee forgetful prove,
Let then my trembling hand forget
The tuneful strings with art to move.
5. If I to mention thee forbear,
Eternal silence seize my tongue;
Or if I sing one cheerful air,
Till thy deliverance is my song.
1. 'Tis by the faith of joys to come
We walk through deserts dark as night;
Till we arrive at heaven, our home,
Faith is our guide, and faith our light.
2. The want of sight she well supplies,
She makes the pearly gates appear;
Far into distant worlds she pries,
And brings eternal glories near.
3. Cheerful we tread the desert through,
While faith inspires a heavenly ray,
Though lions roar, and tempests blow,
And rocks and dangers fill the way.
4. So Abra'm, by divine command,
Left his own house to walk with God;
His faith beheld the promised land,
And fired his zeal along the road.
1. WHEN power divine, in mortal form,
Hushed with a word the raging storm,
In soothing accents Jesus said-
"Lo! it is I; be not afraid."
2. Blessed be the voice that breathes from heaven To every heart in sunder riven,
When love, and joy, and hope are fled-
"Lo! it is I; be not afraid."
3. And when the last dread hour is come,
While shuddering nature waits her doom,
This voice shall call the pious dead—
"Lo! it is I; be not afraid."
1. THE billows swell, the winds are high,
Clouds overcast my wint'ry sky;
Out of the depths to Thee I call;
My fears are great, my strength is small.
2. O Lord, the pilot's part perform,
And guide and guard me through the storm;
Defend me from each threatening ill;
Control the waves; say, "Peace! be still."
3. Amid the roaring of the sea,
My soul still hangs her hopes on Thee;
Thy constant love, Thy faithful care,
Is all that saves me from despair.
4. Though tempest-toss'd and half a wreck,
My Saviour through the floods I seek;
Let neither winds nor stormy main
Force back my shattered bark again.
1. WHILE to its grief my soul gave way,
To see the work of God decline,
Methought I heard the Saviour say-
"Dismiss thy fears, the ark is Mine
2. "Though for a time I hid My face,
Rely upon My love and power;
Still wrestle at the throne of grace,
And wait for a reviving hour.
3. "Take down thy long-neglected harp,
I've seen thy tears, and heard thy prayer; The winter season has been sharp,
But spring shall all its wastes repair."
4. Lord! I obey, my hopes revive;
Come, join with me, ye saints, and sing:
Our foes in vain against us strive,
For God will help and triumph bring.
1. THY will be done! I will not fear
The fate provided by Thy love;
Though clouds and darkness shroud me here,
I know that all is bright above.
2. The stars of heaven are shining on,
Though these frail eyes are dimmed with tears; The hopes of earth indeed are gone,
But are not ours the immortal years?
3. Father! forgive the heart that clings,
Thus trembling, to the things of time;
And bid my soul, on angel wings,
Ascend into a purer clime.
4. There shall no doubts disturb its trust,
No sorrows dim celestial love;
But these afflictions of the dust,
Like shadows of the night, remove.
5. E'en now, above, there's radiant day,
While clouds and darkness brood below;
Then, Father, joyful on my way
To drink the bitter cup I go.
1. IF life in sorrow must be spent,
So be it; I am well content;
And meekly wait my last remove,
Desiring only trustful love.
2. No bliss I'll seek, but to fulfill
In life, in death, Thy perfect will;
No succors in my woes I want,
But what my Lord is pleased to grant.
3. Our days are numbered: let us spare
Our anxious hearts a needless care:
"T is Thine to number out our days;
'Tis ours to give them to Thy praise.
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