GOTTSCHALK 7s. Used by permission of Oliver Ditson Company, owners of the Copyright. ART thou weary, art thou languid, Art thou sore distressed? 'Come to Me,' saith One, 'and coming, Be at rest,' 2 Hath He marks to lead me to Him, If He be my guide? In His feet and hands are wound-prints, And His side.' 3 Is there diadem, as monarch, That His brow adorns? 'Yea, a crown, in very surety, But of thorns.' 4 If I find Him, if I follow, What His guerdon here? MYLES P. M. Through the love of God our Saviour, All will be well: Free and changeless is His favor:All, all is well. नै Precious is the blood that heal'd us, Perfect is the grace that sealed us; Strong the hand stretch'd out to shield us; All must [be well. 628 4 The Lord my Shepherd is; I shall be well supplied: Since He is mine and I am His, What can I want beside? THE Lord my Shepherd is; I shall be well supplied: Since He is mine and I am His, 2 He leads me to the place Where heavenly pasture grows; Where living waters gently pass, And full salvation flows. 3 If e'er I go astray, He doth my soul reclaim; And guides me, in His own right way, For His most holy name. 4 While He affords His aid, I cannot yield to fear; Tho' I should walk thro' death's dark shad 5 In spite of all my foes, 6 The bounties of Thy love Shall crown my following days; Nor from Thy house will I remove, Nor cease to speak Thy praise. Isaac Watts 1719 For Thou art with me, and Thy rod And staff me comfort still. 4 My table Thou hast furnished In presence of my foes; My head Thou dost with oil anoint, And my cup overflows. 5 Goodness and mercy, all my life, Shall surely follow me; 3 Yea, though I walk in death's dark vaie, And in God's house for evermore Yet will I fear none ill; My dwelling-place shall be. Francis Rous 1643 MARGUERITE C. M. E. C. WALKER There is a safe and secret place Beneath the wings divine, Reserved for all the heirs of grace: O be that refuge mine! Soothe me with holy hymn and psalm, 2 Calm me, my God, and keep me calm; Be like the shade of Elim's palm, Beside her desert spring. 3 Yes, keep me calm, though loud and rude, The sounds my ear that greet; Calm in the closet's solitude, Calm in the bustling street; 4 Calm in the hour of buoyant health, Calm in my poverty or wealth, 5 Calm in the sufferance of wrong, Calm 'mid the threatening, taunting throng Who hate Thy holy name. Horatius Bonar 1857 J. BOOTH Oppressed with noon-day's scorching heat, To yonder cross I flee; Beneath its shelter take my seat, No shade like this for me! 633 OPPRESSED with noon-day's scorching heat, To yonder cross I flee; Beneath its shelter take my seat: No shade like this for me! 2 Beneath that cross clear waters burst- 3 A stranger here, I pitch my tent 4 For burdened ones a resting-place, Beside that cross I see; I here cast off my weariness: Horatius Bonar 1856 |