2 Is there a time of racking grief
Unblessed by prospect of relief,
My Father! break the cheerless gloom,
And bid my heart its calm resume.
3 Is there an hour of peace and joy,
When hope is all my soul's employ,-
My Father! still my hopes will roam,
Until they rest with Thee, their home.
4 The noontide blaze, the midnight scene, The dawn, or twilight's sweet serene, The glow of life, the dying hour
Shall own my Father's
1 God is my strong salvation,
What foe have I to fear?
In darkness and temptation,
My light, my help is near:
Though hosts encamp around me,
Firm to the fight I stand:
What terror can confound me,
With God at my right hand?
2 Place on the Lord reliance;
My soul, with courage wait;
His truth be thine affiance,
When faint and desolate;
His might thy heart shall strengthen,
His love thy joy increase;
Mercy thy days shall lengthen ;
"The Lord will give thee peace,"
Commit thou all thy ways
And griefs into His hands,
To His sure trust and tender care
Who heaven and earth commands.
2 Who points the clouds their course, Whom winds and seas obey:
He shall direct thy wandering feet,
He shall prepare thy way,
Give to the winds thy fears,
Hope, and be undismayed;
God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears,
God shall lift up thy head.
4 He every where hath sway,
And all things serve His might,
His every act pure blessing is,
His path, unsullied light.
Through waves, through clouds and storms,
He 'll gently clear thy way;
Wait thou His time; so shall the night
Soon end in blessed day!
1 Blest is the man who fears the Lord;
His well-established mind,
In every varying scene of life,
Shall true composure find.
2 Oft through the deep and stormy sea
The heavenly footsteps lie;
But on a glorious world beyond
His Faith can fix its eye.
3 Though dark his present prospects be,
And sorrows round him dwell,
Yet Hope can whisper to his soul,
That all shall issue well.
4 Full in the presence of his God,
Through every scene he goes;
And, fearing Him, no other fear
His stedfast bosom knows.
5 No dangers can his soul alarm,
No gloomy views affright,
For Faith assures his humble heart
Whatever is, is right.
1 Who is the weak believer, who
Doth still his weary way pursue,
Inspired with true religious fear,
And following God with heart sincere?
2 Has His love vanished from thy sight?
No glimpse of bliss, or gleam of light,
To cheer thee in the desert way,
Or promise a return of day?
3 Poor tempted soul, what canst thou do?
Hope against hope that God is true;
His nature in his Name confess,
His wisdom, love, and righteousness.
4 The Lord whom now thou canst not see,
Whate'er He is, He is for thee:
Onwards! and thou shalt surely prove,
That God in Christ is perfect Love!
1 We wait in faith, in prayer we wait,
Until the happy hour
When God shall ope the morning gate,
By His almighty power.
2 We wait in faith, and turn our face
To where the day-light springs;
Till He shall come earth's gloom to chase,
With healing on His wings.
3 And even now, amid the gray,
The East is brightening fast,
And kindling to that perfect day
Which never shall be past.
4 We wait in faith, we wait in
Till that blessed day shall shine,
When earth shall fruits of Eden bear,
And all, O God, be Thine!
5 O guide us till our night is done!
Until, from shore to shore,
Thou, Lord, our everlasting Sun,
Art shining evermore.
1 One thing, with all my soul's desire,
I sought and will pursue;
What Thine own Spirit doth inspire,
Lord for Thy servant do!
2 Grant me within Thy courts a place, Among Thy saints a seat,
For ever to behold Thy face,
And worship at Thy feet:-
3 In Thy pavilion to abide,
When storms of trouble blow,
And in Thy tabernacle hide,
Secure from every foe.
4 Oft had I fainted, and resigned
Of every hope my hold,
But mine afflictions brought to mind
Thy benefits of old.
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