4 Jesus! in whom but Thee above,
Can I repose my trust, my love?
And shall an earthly object be
Loved in comparison with Thee?
5 My flesh is hastening to decay:
Soon shall the world have passed away:
And what can mortal friends avail, [fail?
When heart, and strength, and life shall
6 But oh, be Thou, my Saviour, nigh,
And I will triumph while I die.
My strength, my portion, is divine ;
And Jesus is for ever mine!
546." Thou shalt guide me with thy counsel, and afterward receive me to glory." Psalm lxxiii. 24.
1 THOU who didst for Peter's faith
Kindly condescend to pray!
Thou whose loving-kindness hath
Kept me to the present day!
Kind Conductor!
Still direct my devious way.
2 When a tempting world in view
Gains upon my yielding heart,
When its pleasures I pursue,
Then one look of pity dart:
Teach me pleasures
Which the world can ne'er impart.
3 When, with horrid thoughts profane,
Satan would my soul invade,
When he calls religion vain,
Mighty Victor! be my aid.
Send Thy Spirit:
Bid me conflict undismayed.
4 When my unbelieving fear
Makes me think myself too vile, When the legal curse I hear, Cheer me with a gospel smile: Or, if hiding,
Hide Thee only for awhile.
5 When I sit beneath Thy word,
At Thy table, cold and dead;
When I cannot see my Lord,
All my little daylight fled,
Sun of glory!
Beam again around my head.
6 When Thy statutes I forsake,
When my graces dimly shine,
When the covenant I break,
Jesus! then remember Thine.
Check my wanderings
By a look of love divine.
7 Then, if heavenly dews distil,
If my hopes are bright and clear,
While I sit on Zion's hill,
Temper joy with holy fear:
Keep me watchful,-
Safe alone when Thou art near.
8 When afflictions cloud my sky,
When the tide of sorrow flows,
When Thy rod is lifted high,
Let me on Thy love repose.
Stay Thy rough wind,
When Thy chilling eastern blows.
9 When the vale of death appears,
Faint and cold this mortal clay,
Kind Forerunner! soothe my fears;
Light me through the darksome way.
Break the shadows;
Usher in eternal day.
10 Starting from this dying state,
Upward bid my soul aspire.
Open Thou the crystal gate:
To Thy praise attune my lyre:
Dwell for ever,
Dwell on each immortal wire.
11 From the sparkling turrets there,
Oft I'll trace my pilgrim-way,
Often bless Thy guardian care,
Fire by night, and cloud by day,
While my triumphs
my Leader's feet I lay.
12 And when mighty trumpets blown, Shall the judgment-dawn proclaim, From the central burning throne, 'Mid creation's final flame,
With the ransomed,
Judge and Saviour! own my name.
1 O THOU from whom all goodness flows!
I lift my soul to Thee:
In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes,
Good Lord! remember me.
2 When on my aching, burdened heart
My sins lie heavily,
My pardon speak, new peace impart:
In love remember me.
3 When trials sore obstruet my way,
And ills I cannot flee,
Lord! let my strength be as my day :
For good remember me.
4 When worn with pain, disease, and grief, This feeble body see;
Grant patience, rest, and kind relief:
Hear and remember me.
5 If on my face, for Thy dear name,
Shame and reproach shall be,
All hail reproach, and welcome shame,
If Thou remember me.
6 When in the solemn hour of death,
I wait Thy just decree;
Saviour! with my last parting breath
I'll cry, Remember me!
"For we have not an high priest which cannot be touched with the feeling of our infirmities.”— Heb. iv. 15.
1 WHEN gathering clouds around I view,
And days are dark, and friends are few,
On Him I lean, who, not in vain,
Experienced every human pain.
He sees my wants, allays my fears,
And counts and treasures up my tears.
2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray
From heavenly wisdom's narrow way,
To flee the good I would pursue,
Or do the sin I would not do;
Still He who felt temptation's power,
Shall guard me in that dangerous hour.
3 If wounded love my bosom swell,
Deceived by those I prized too well,
He shall His pitying aid bestow,
Who felt on earth severer wo;
At once betrayed, denied, or fled,
By those that shared His daily bread.
4 When vexing thoughts within me rise,
And, sore dismayed, my spirit dies,
Yet He, who once vouchsafed to bear
The sickening anguish of despair,
Shall sweetly soothe, shall gently dry,
The throbbing heart, the streaming eye.
5 When sorrowing o'er some stone I bend, Which covers all that was a friend,
And from his hand, his voice, his smile,
Divides me for a little while,
My Saviour marks the tears I shed;
For "Jesus wept" o'er Lazarus dead.
6 And oh, when I have safely passed
Through every conflict but the last,
Still, Lord! unchanging, watch beside
My dying bed, for Thou hast died:
Then point to realms of cloudless day,
And wipe the latest tear away.
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