I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless,
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness;
Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.
Hold Thou Thy Cross before my closing eyes,
Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies.
Heav'n's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows
flee,
In life and death, O Lord, abide with me.
IN Thee our Going with heart and voice;
our do we rejoice,
Thy praise at morn and noon and night
Shall be our duty and delight.
Though bud and blossom fruitless fall,
Though flock and herd from fold and stall
Untimely perish, yet in Thee
Our still unclouded joy shall be!
Thy chast'ning hand do not remove
Till all its work of love we prove;
Shall we deem good things only due,
And not take evil from Thee too?
Our barren hearts alone contain
The bitter source of grief and pain;
Help us from our poor selves to flee,
And find another self in Thee!
In Thee, our God! from Thy pure skies
All our fresh springs of gladness rise,
True to their level night and morn,
To Thee in praise they shall return.
Thee, Whom to know is life and light,
Thee, Whom to trust is power and might,
Thee, Whom to serve is to be free,
Our joy shall ever be in Thee.
HROUGH the day Thy love has guarded,
Now we lay us down to rest;
Through the silent watches warded
By Thy care, shall none molest;
Jesus! Thou our Guardian be,
Sweet it is to trust in Thee!
Pilgrims here on earth, and strangers,
Dwelling in the midst of foes;
Us and ours preserve from dangers,
In Thine arms may we repose;
And, when life's short day is past,
Rest with Thee in heav'n at last.
ORAISE to the Holiest in the height
And in the depth be praise:
In all His works most wonderful,
Most sure in all His ways.
O loving Wisdom of our God!
When all was sin and shame,
A second Adam to the fight
And to the rescue came.
O wisest Love! that flesh and blood
Which in the first did fail,
Should strive afresh against their foe,
Should strive, and should prevail;
And that a higher gift than grace
Should flesh and blood refine,
God's Presence and His very Self
And essence all Divine.
O gen'rous Love! that He who smote
In man for man the foe;
The double agony in man
For man should undergo:
And in the Garden secretly,
And on the Cross on high,
Should teach His brethren, and inspire
To suffer and to die.
Sixth Day.-EVENING.
ESUS! I my cross have taken,
All to leave, and follow Thee,
Destitute, despised, forsaken,
Thou from hence my all shalt be:
Perish every fond ambition,
All I've sought, or hoped, or known;
Yet how rich is my condition,
God and heav'n are still mine own.
Let the world despise and leave me,
They have left my Saviour too;
Human hearts and looks deceive me,
Thou art not, like them, untrue.
In Thy light of love I'll sun me,
God of mercy and of might;
Foes may hate, and friends may shun me,
Show Thy face, and all is bright.
Man may trouble and distress me,
'Twill but drive me to Thy breast;
Life with trials hard may press me,
Heav'n will bring me sweeter rest.
O 'tis not in grief to harm me,
While Thy love is left to me;
O, 'twere not in joy to charm me,
Were that joy unmix'd with Thee.
Take, my soul, thy full salvation,
Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care;
Joy to find in every station
Something still to do, or bear:
Soon shall close thine earthly mission,
Swift shall pass thy pilgrim days;
Hope soon change to glad fruition,
Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.
Seventh Day.—MORNING.
ING to the Lord a joyful song,
Lift
up your hearts, your voices raise, To us His gracious gifts belong,
To Him our songs of love and praise:
For He is Lord of heav'n and earth,
Whom angels serve and saints adore;
The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
To Whom be praise for evermore.
For life and love, for rest and food,
For daily help and nightly care,
Sing to the Lord, for He is good,
And praise His name, for it is fair:
For He is Lord, &c.
For strength to those who on Him wait,
His truth to prove, His will to do,
Praise ye our God, for He is great,
Trust in His Name, for it is true:
For He is Lord, &c.
For joys untold that from above
Cheer those who love His sweet employ,
Sing to our God, for He is Love,
Exalt His name, for it is Joy:
For He is Lord, &c.
For life below, with all its bliss,
And for that life, more pure and high,
That inner life, which over this
Shall ever shine, and never die:
Sing to the Lord of heaven and earth
Whom angels serve, and saints adore,
The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
To Whom be praise for evermore.
HEARD the voice of Jesus say—
"Come unto me and rest,
Lay down, thou weary one, lay down
Thy head upon My breast:"
I came to Jesus as I was,
Weary, and worn, and sad,
I found in Him a resting-place,
And He has made me glad.
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