Suffer not sorrow's flood My Lord, Thy will be done! My Jesus, as Thou wilt! When death itself draws nigh, Where Thou before haft gone; My Jesus, as Thou wilt! All fhall be well for me: B. Schmolk. L SUFFERING WITH CHRIST. ONG plunged in sorrow, I refign My soul to that dear hand of Thine, That hand fhall wipe my ftreaming eyes, My sole poffeffion is Thy love: My hours with undiminished force Nor would I murmur at my doom, By Thy command, where'er I stray, A never failing friend; And if my sufferings may augment It costs me no regret, that she From all my bitter woes. Mad. Guyon. THE SAFE REFUGE. YOURAGE, my sorely-tempted heart! COUR Break through thy woes, forget their smart ; Come forth and on thy Bridegroom gaze; The Lamb of God, the Fount of grace: Here is thy place! His arms are open, thither flee! There reft and peace are waiting thee, The entrance to eternal blifs: He gives thee this! Then combat well, of nought afraid, Each battle teaches thee to fight, Each foe to be a braver knight, Armed with His might. If ftorms of fierce temptation rise, His own could bleed. The word hath ftill its glorious powers, O Thou, for whom to die is gain, To accept and reign! 7. H. Bohmer. 1704. FOR A WAKEFUL NIGHT. OW darkness over all is spread, NOW No sounds the stillness break; Ah when fhall these sad hours be fled: Ah no, I do not wake alone, Alone I do not sleep, Around me ever watcheth One Who wakes with those who weep. On earth it is so dark and drear, 'Tis when the lights of earth are gone Be ftill, my throbbing heart, be ftill; And make His holy will thy will, And rest upon thy God. How many a time the night hath come, How many a time thy cross, thy gloom, And these dark hours of anxious pain I know will vanish soon again, For when the night hath lafted long, And when the trial 's fharp and strong, Our Help fhall soon appear. Paftor Josephsen. |