Who points the clouds their course,
Whom winds and seas obey;
He shall direct thy wandering feet,
He shall prepare thy way.
No profit canst thou gain
By self-consuming care;
To him commend thy cause,
Attends the softest prayer.
Then on the Lord rely,
So safe shalt thou go on ;
Fix on his work thy steadfast eye,
So shall thy work be done.
1 WHEN grief and anguish press me down, And hope and comfort flee,
I cling, O Father, to thy throne,
And stay my heart on thee.
2 When death invades my peaceful home,
The sundered ties shall be
A closer bond, in time to come,
To bind my heart to thee.
3 Lord, not my will, but thine, be done! My soul, from fear set free,
Her faith shall anchor at thy throne,
And trust alone in thee.
1 BE still, my heart! these anxious cares
To thee are burdens, thorns, and snares;
They cast dishonor on thy Lord,
And contradict his gracious word.
2 Brought safely by his hand thus far,
Why wilt thou now give place to fear?
How canst thou want if he provide,
Or lose thy way with such a guide?
Did ever trouble yet befall,
And he refuse to hear thy call?
And has he not his promise past,
That thou shalt overcome at last?
4 He who has helped me hitherto
Will help me all my journey through,
And give me daily cause to raise
New trophies to his endless praise.
1 FATHER, refuge of my soul,
Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high:
Hide me, O my Father, hide,
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide ;
O, receive my soul at last!
2 Other refuge have I none;
Helpless hangs my soul on thee;
Leave, O leave me not alone!
Still support and comfort me.
All my trust on thee is stayed,
All my help from thee I bring;
Cover my defenceless head
With the shadow of thy wing.
3 Thou, O God, art all I want;
Boundless love, through Christ, I find:
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Thou of life the fountain art;
Freely let me take of thee;
Reign, O Lord, within my heart;
Reign to all eternity.
Acquiescence in the Divine Will.
1 AUTHOR of good, we rest on thee;
Thine ever-watchful eye
Alone our real wants can see,
Thy hand alone supply.
2 In thine all-gracious providence
Our cheerful hopes confide;
O, let thy power be our defence,
Thy love our footsteps guide.
3 And since, by passion's force subdued,
Too oft, with stubborn will,
We blindly shun the latent good,
And grasp the specious ill,-
4 Not what we wish, but what we want,
Let mercy still supply:
The good unasked, O Father, grant ;
The ill, though asked, deny.
1 O HAPPY they who know the Lord,
With whom he deigns to dwell;
He feeds and cheers them by his word,
His arm supports them well.
2 To them, in each distressing hour,
His throne of grace is near;
And, when they plead his love and power,
He stands engaged to hear.
3 He helped his saints in ancient days
Who trusted in his name;
And we can witness, to his praise,
His love is still the same.
4 His presence sweetens all our cares,
And makes our burdens light;
A word from him dispels our fears,
And gilds the gloom of night.
5 Lord, we expect to suffer here,
Nor would we dare repine;
But give us still to find thee near,
And own us still for thine.
6 Let us enjoy and highly prize
The tokens of thy love,
Till thou shalt bid our spirits rise
To worship thee above.
1 WHEN sin and sorrow, fear and pain,
My trembling heart dismay,
My feeble strength, alas, how vain! -
It sinks and dies away.
2 My spirit asks a firmer prop;
I lean upon the Lord;
My God, the pillar of my hope
Is thy unchanging word.
3 On this are built the brightest joys
Celestial beings know;
And 't is the same almighty voice
Supports the saints below.
4 "T is this upholds the rolling spheres
And heaven's immortal frame;
Then let my soul suppress her fears,
My basis is the same.
5 Thy sacred word, thy solemn oath,
For ever must remain ;
I trust in everlasting truth,
Nor shall my trust be vain.
"Lord, be thou my helper."
1 O HELP US, Lord! each hour of need
Thy heavenly succour give :
Help us in thought, and word, and deed, Each hour on earth we live.
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