Nor dread your journey's toil and length, For good its end shall be. 2 We shall not rue our final choice, Toward yonder fair and blessed place, 3 Come, children, let us unward go! Nor by the way fall out, The angels guard us round about, And help us brotherly. 6 It will not last for very long, It will not last much longer now 7 Friend of our dear and perfect choice, Thou joy of all that live, Being that know'st not chance or change, What courage dost Thou give! All bliss and life and love, In Him in whom we live and move, And we are glad in Thee. G. Tersteegen, 1738 F. A. G. Ouseley, 1825-89 O Lord of heaven and earth and sea, To Thee all praise and glory be; How shall we show our love to Thee, Who giv 2 The golden sunshine, vernal air, Sweet flowers and fruit, Thy love declare: When harvests ripen, Thou art there, Who givest all. 3 For peaceful homes, and healthful days, For all the blessings earth displays, We Owe Thee thankfulness and Who givest all. [praise, 4 Thou didst not spare Thine only Son, But gav'st Him for a world undone, And freely with that blessed One Thou givest all. 5 Thou giv'st the Spirit's holy dower, Spirit of life, and love, and power, And dost His sevenfold graces shower Upon us all. 2 By day and by night in her anguish My soul is lamenting in woe: O Lord, in my grief I must languish, No counsel, no help do I know; When shall I Thy mercy awaken? When shall I, the poor and forsaken, Before Thee appear, O my God? 3 Great fears now my bosom are rending, For near the abyss I am brought, My way on the brink I am wending, My journey with peril is fraught; I faint, I see terrors appalling, And into the deep I am falling O hearken, O Lord, to my cries! 4 Thou, Thou art my rock of salvation, My house I have built upon Thee; O if Thou shouldst fail as foundation, My ruin it surely would be; Lord, deep unto deep now is calling, Thy waves and Thy billows appalling Arise to go over my soul. 454 C. M. 5 When others sing anthems of gladness, And offer thanksgiving and praise, I sit in the gloom of my sadness And hear not the anthems they raise; My song is the voice of my sighing, The festal days pass in my cryingI languish in grief and in woe. 6 Why art thou disquiet within me? Why art thou cast down, O my soul? Confide in thy God, let Him win thee! Still hope in thy God, Him extol! For surely once dawneth a morrow, When, freed from thy care and thy sorrow, Thou praises shalt sing to thy God. 7 His light and His truth, they shall lead me In peace to His temple at last; I rest on His word, He will speed me, And conflict and sorrow are past; Yea, joyful I anthems will raise Him, With heart and with voice will Í praise Him My health and my life and my God. N. F. S. Grundtvig, 1812 S. Howard, 1750 Through all the changing scenes of life, In troub-le and in 吧 The prais-es of my God shall still My heart and tongue em-ploy. 2 Of His deliverance I will boast, 3 0 magnify the Lord with me, The hosts of God encamp around Deliverance He affords to all 5 O make but trial of His love, How blest are they, and only they, Who in His truth confide. 6 Fear Him, ye saints, and you will Have nothing else to fear; [thon Make but His service your delight, Your wants shall be His care. Nor in sin-ners' way stands ev- er, Nor sits in the scorner's seat, But on God's all per-fect law Medi-tates with holy awe; Day and night he delves for treasure In the word 'tis all his pleasure. 2 As a tree that has been planted By the flowing waters fair, Fruits and foliage to bear, 3 To the wicked 'tis not given Such a happy lot to share; As the chaff by wind is driven So shall the ungodly fare; They in judgment shall not stand, 4 For the Lord His people knoweth, |