Joy and Peace in believing.
1 SOMETIMES a light surprises The Christian while he sings; It is the Lord, who rises With healing on his wings: When comforts are declining, He grants the soul again A season of clear shining, To cheer it after rain.
2 In holy contemplation,
We sweetly then pursue The theme of God's salvation, And find it ever new ; Set free from present sorrow, We cheerfully can say, E'en let the unknown to-morrow Bring with it what it may!
3 It can bring with it nothing But he will bear us through; Who gives the lilies clothing Will clothe his people too; Beneath the spreading heavens No creature but is fed; And he who feeds the ravens Will give his children bread.
4 Though vine nor fig-tree neither Their wonted fruit shall bear, Though all the field should wither, Nor flocks nor herds be there,
Yet, God the same abiding,
His praise shall tune my voice; For, while in him confiding, I cannot but rejoice.
Peace growing out of Trust in God.
1 WEARY, and weak, and faint, I cast mine eyes around; My joints all tremble, and my feet Sink deep in miry ground.
2 Despairing help below,
To heaven I raise my cries; God hears, and his almighty arm Outstretches from the skies.
3 I on that arm repose,
And all my fears are o'er;
New strength diffused through all my soul Attests its vital power.
4 My mind in perfect peace
Thy guardian care shall keep; I'll yield to gentle slumbers now, For thou canst never sleep.
5 Happy the souls alone
On thee securely stayed!
Nor shall they be in life alarmed, Nor be in death dismayed.
1 COME, we that love the Lord, And let our joys be known; Join in a song with sweet accord, And thus surround the throne.
2 Let those refuse to sing,
That never knew our God; But favorites of the heavenly King May speak their joys abroad.
3 This awful God is ours,
Our Father and our Love;
He shall send down his heavenly powers
To carry us above.
4 There shall we see his face,
And never, never sin,
There, from the rivers of his grace, Drink endless pleasures in.
5 Yes, and before we rise
To that immortal state,
The thoughts of such amazing bliss Should constant joys create.
6 The men of grace have found Glory begun below;
Celestial fruits on earthly ground From faith and hope may grow.
7 Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry;
We're marching, through Immanuel's ground, To fairer worlds on high.
1 WHEN darkness long has veiled my mind, And smiling day once more appears, Then, my Redeemer, then I find The folly of my doubts and fears.
2 Straight I upbraid my wandering heart, And blush that I should ever be Thus prone to act so base a part, Or harbor one hard thought of thee. 3 0, let me, then, at length be taught, What I am still so slow to learn, That God is love, and changes not, Nor knows the shadow of a turn.
4 Sweet truth, and easy to repeat ! But, when my faith is sharply tried, I find myself a learner yet,
Unskilful, weak, and apt to slide.
5 But, O my Lord, one look from thee Subdues the disobedient will,
Drives doubt and discontent away, And thy rebellious worm is still.
A good Conscience the best Support.
1 WHILE some in folly's pleasures roll, And court the joys which hurt the soul, Be mine that silent, calm repast,
A peaceful conscience, to the last ;
2 That tree, which bears immortal fruit, Without a canker at the root;
That friend, who never fails the just, When other friends betray their trust. 3 With this companion in the shade, My soul no more shall be dismayed, But fearless meet the midnight gloom, And the pale monarch of the tomb. 4 Though Heaven afflict, shall I repine? The noblest comforts still are mine; Comforts which will o'er death prevail, And journey with me through the vale. 5 Amidst the various scene of ills, Each stroke some kind design fulfils; And shall I murmur at my God When love supreme directs the rod? 6 His hand will smooth my rugged way, And lead me to the realms of day, To milder skies and brighter plains, Where everlasting pleasure reigns.
The Pleasures of a good Conscience.
1 LORD, how secure and blest are they Who feel the joys of pardoned sin! Should storms of wrath shake earth and sea, Their minds have heaven and peace within. 2 The day glides swiftly o'er their heads, Made up of innocence and love,
And soft and silent as the shades Their nightly minutes gently move.
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