4 Why seeks he not a home of rest? To bless, to save the human race; 652. C. M. MRS. HEMANS. Jesus stilling the Tempest. 1 FEAR was within the tossing bark, 2 And men stood breathless in their dread, But One was there, who rose and said To the wild sea, "Be still!" 3 And the wind ceased, it ceased! that word 4 And slumber settled on the deep, As when the righteous falls asleep, 5 Thou, that didst bow the billow's pride, Speak, speak to passion's raging tide, Christ stilling the Tempest. ;+ 1 THE billows swell, the winds are high, i Clouds overcast my wintry 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 guard and guide me through the storm; 3 Amidst the roaring of the sea, My soul still hangs her hope on thee; 4 Though tempest-tost and half a wreck, 1 WAKE not, O mother, sounds of lamentation! Weep not, O widow; weep not hopelessly! Strong is his arm, the bringer of salvation; Strong is the word of God to succor thee. 2 Bear forth the cold corpse; slowly, slowly bear him; Hide his pale features with the sable pall: Chide not the sad one wildly weeping near him; Widowed and childless, she has lost her all. 3 Why pause the mourners? who forbids their weeping? Who the dark pomp of sorrow hath delayed? "Set down the bier, he is not dead, but sleeping; Young man, arise!" He spake, and was obeyed. 4 Change then, O sad one, grief to exultation; Worship, and fall before Messiah's knee. Strong was his arm, the Bringer of Salvation; Strong was the word of God to succor thee. 655. L. M. Gethsemane. 1 'Tis midnight; and on Olive's brow 2 'Tis midnight; and from all removed, Heeds not his Master's grief and tears. 4 'Tis midnight; and from ether plains 1 CHRIST leads me through no darker rooms Than he went through before: He that into God's kingdom comes Must enter by this door. 2 Come, Lord, when grace hath made me meet Thy blessed face to see; For if thy work on earth be sweet, 3 Then I shall end my sad complaints, And join with those triumphant saints 4 My knowledge of that life is small; But 't is enough that Christ knows all, 657. 6 & 10s. M. MRS. MILES. Christ our Example in Suffering. 1 THOU who didst stoop below, To drain the cup of woe, And wear the form of frail mortality, Thy blesséd labors done, Thy glorious victory won, Hast passed from earth-passed to thy home on high. 2 Our vision may not trace The image of the bright, the viewless One; Save with faith's raptured ear, 3 Although we see thee not, Those who have placed their hope, their trust, in thee; Before thy Father's face Thou hast prepared a place, That where thou art they evermore shall be. Belovéd of the Father, thou didst tread; Shrink from the narrow way, When storms and darkness are around it spread? 5 O Thou, who art our life, Be with us through the strife; Thy holy head by earth's fierce storms was bowed; Raise Thou our eyes above, To see the Father's love Beam like a bow of promise through the cloud. That light of love our guiding star shall be; The shadowy way to tread, Friend, Guardian, Saviour, which doth lead to thee. |