Then hearken to my voice! Give ear to my complaint!
Thou bidst the mourning soul rejoice, Thou comfortest the faint.
I cast my hope on Thee :
Thou canst, Thou wilt forgive :
Wert Thou to mark iniquity, Who in Thy sight could live!
Humbly on Thee I wait, Confessing all my sin;
Lord! I am knocking at Thy gate; Open, and take me in.
Glory to God above!
The waters soon will cease; For lo! the swift-returning dove Brings home the sign of Peace.
Though storms His face obscure, And dangers threaten loud, Jehovah's covenant is sure;
His bow is in the cloud!
1 When I can trust my all with God, In trial's fearful hour,
Bow all-resigned beneath His rod, And trust His sparing power; A joy springs up amid distress, A fountain in the wilderness.
2 To fall before the mercy-seat, Though sorrows fix me there, A precious right is still: for sweet The energies of prayer,-
Though sighs and tears its language be,- Since God is near, and smiles on me.
3 O blessed is the Hand that gave, Still blessed when it takes!
Blessed is He who smites to save;
Who heals the heart He breaks! Perfect and true are all His ways, Whom Heaven adores, and Death obeys.
1 Lord! when we seek Thy throne of grace, To crave a blessing there,
Oh let not earthly things have place, Unduly, in our prayer.
2 But teach us in the solemn hour Of supplication, still
Simply to ask of Thee the power To do Thy holy will:
3 To feel Thy kingdom, here on earth, Within our hearts increase, prove the all-surpassing worth Of Thy pure gift of Peace:-
4 Be such our prayers! for all beside Thy word a pledge shall be; For Thou hast promised to provide For all who follow Thee.
Lord! it is not life to live, If Thy presence Thou deny : Lord! if Thou Thy presence give, 'T is no longer death to die. Source and giver of repose! Singly from Thy smile it flows: Thee to see and Thee to love, Perfects bliss below, above!
1 Far from the world, O Lord, I flee; From strife and tumult far;
From scenes where Sin is waging still His most successful war.
2 The calm retreat, the silent shade, With prayer and praise agree; And seem by Thy sweet bounty made For those who follow Thee.
3 There, if Thy spirit touch the soul, And grace her mean abode,
O with what peace, and joy, and love, She communes with her God!
4 There, like the nightingale, she pours Her solitary lays;
Nor asks a witness of her song, Nor thirsts for human praise.
5 Author and guardian of my life! Sweet source of life divine! And, all harmonious names in one, MY FATHER-Thou art mine!
6 What thanks I owe Thee, and what love, A boundless, endless store, Shall echo through the realms above, When Time shall be no more.
1 O Lord, my best desire fulfil, And help me to resign
Life, health, and comfort to Thy will, And make Thy pleasure mine.
2 Why should I shrink at Thy command, Whose love forbids my fears;
Or tremble at the gracious hand That wipes away my tears?
3 No; let me rather freely yield What most I prize to Thee,- Who never hast a good withheld, Or wilt withhold, from me.
4 Wisdom and mercy guide my way; Shall I resist them both?
Short sighted creature of a day,
And crushed before the moth!
5 But ah! my inward spirit cries, Still bind me to Thy sway;
Else the next cloud that veils my skies Drives all these thoughts away.
1 T is my happiness below Not to live without the Cross, But the Saviour's power to know, Sanctifying every loss:
Trials must and will befall; But with humble faith to see Love inscribed upon them all,- This is happiness to me.
2 God in Israel sows the seeds Of affliction, pain, and toil;
These spring up and choke the weeds Which would else o'erspread the soil; Trials make the promise sweet, Trials give new life to prayer; Trials bring me to His feet, Lay me low, and keep me there.
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