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4 This hope supports us here;
It makes our burdens light: "Twill serve our drooping hearts to cheer, Till faith shall end in sight:
5 Till, of the prize possess'd,
22d P. M. 88, 88, 84. Crowns cast at the feet of Jesus. ARK! how the gospel trumpet sounds, through the world the echo bounds, Proclaiming to a ruin'd race, That through the riches of His grace, Sinners may see the Saviour's face, In endless day.
2 Hail, Jesus! all victorious Lord!
3 And when, through grace, our course is run,
4 Then, in thy presence, heavenly King,
PATIENCE AND RESIGNATION.
Tribulation to be expected.
S strangers here below,
2 Thus Christ, our glorious Head,
Through conflict and distress :-
AVIOUR of all, what hast thou done? What hast thou suffer'd on the tree? Why didst thou groan thy mortal groan, Obedient unto death for me?
1st P. M. 6 lines 8s.
Christ our pattern and example.
The myst❜ry of thy passion show,—
2 Pardon, and grace, and heaven to buy,
That, by thy glorious Spirit fired,
That I might in thy footsteps tread;
And groan, and bow with thee my Head: Thy dying in my body bear, And all thy state of suff'ring share.
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The Lord will provide.
HOUGH troubles assail, and dangers affright, Though friends should all fail, and foes all unite,
Yet one thing secures us, whatever betide, The promise assures us,-The Lord will provide. 2 The birds, without barn or storehouse, are fed; From them let us learn to trust for our bread: His saints what is fitting shall ne'er be denied, So long as 'tis written,-The Lord will provide. 3 When Satan appears to stop up our path, And fills us with fears, we triumph by faith; He cannot take from us (though oft he has tried) The heart-cheering promise,-The Lord will provide.
4. He tells us we're weak, our hope is in vain; The good that we seek we ne'er shall obtain: But when such suggestions our graces have tried, This answers all questions,-The Lord will provide.
5 No strength of our own, nor goodness we claim:
Light shining out of darkness.
OD moves in a mysterious way,
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
2 Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill,
He treasures up his bright designs,
3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take:
4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
The bud may have a bitter taste,
A blessing for those who mourn.
a For God, who pities man, has shown A blessing for the eyes that weep. 2 The light of smiles shall fill again The lids that overflow with tears; And weary hours of wo and pain,
Are promises of happier years. 3 There is a day of sunny rest,
For every dark and troubled night; Though grief may bide an evening guest, Yet joy shall come with early light.
4 Nor let the good man's trust depart,
At evening time it shall be light.
And worldly cares, and worldly fears,
2 Not to the last! Thy word hath said, Could we but read aright,
Poor pilgrim, lift in hope thy head;
At eve it shall be light!
3 Though earth-born shadows now may shroud Thy thorny path awhile,
God's blessed word can part each cloud,
4 Only believe, in living faith,
5 When tempest clouds are dark on high,
6 Hold on thy way, with hope unchill'd, By faith and not by sight,
And thou shalt own his word fulfill'd,
At eve it shall be light.