4 In suffering, be Thy love my peace,
In weakness, be Thy love my power:
And when the storms of life shall cease,
Jesus, in that important hour,
In death, in life, be Thou my guide,
And save me, who for me hast died!
99 SONG II. 4.-" He brought me to the banqueting house."
1 WHILE in sweet communion feeding
On this earthly bread and wine,
Saviour, may we see Thee bleeding
On the cross, to make us thine
Now, our eyes for ever closing
To this fleeting world below,
On thy gentle breast reposing,
Teach us, Lord, thy grace to know.
2 Though unseen, be ever near us,
With the still small voice of love;
Whisp'ring words of peace to cheer us,
Every doubt and fear remove:
Bring before us all the story
Of thy life and death of woe;
And, with hopes of endless glory,
Wean our hearts from all below.
100 SONG II. 6.-" His right hand doth embrace
1 How can I sink, with such a prop
As the eternal God;
Who bears the earth's huge pillars up,
And spreads the heavens abroad?
2 How can I die while Jesus lives,
Who rose and left the dead?
Pardon and grace my soul receives
From my exalted Head.
3 All that I am, all that I have,
Shall be for ever thine;
And all a duteous heart would give,
My cheerful hands resign.
4 Yea, if I might make some reserve,
And duty did not call;
Thou lov'st me, Lord, with such a love,
That I would give Thee all.
101 SONG II. 16.-" My beloved is mine, and I
1 SWEET Jesus! when I think on Thee,
My heart for joy doth leap in me:
Thy blest remembrance yields delight,
But far more sweet will be thy sight.
2 Of Him who did salvation bring,
I could for ever think and sing;
When with His name I'm charm'd in song,
I wish myself all ear and tongue.
3 The joy's too great, I must confess;
I feel a bliss I can't express;
Thy love, my Saviour, ne'er can cloy,
Fountain of bliss, and source of joy!
4 O, let me ever share thy grace,
Still taste thy love, and view thy face!
Still let my tongue resound thy name,
And Jesus be my constant theme.
6 Bless'd Jesus, what delicious fare! How sweet thy entertainments are! Never did angels taste above
Redeeming grace and dying love!
102 SONG III. 4.-" I found Him whom my soul loveth: I held Him, and would not let
1 O, HOLY Saviour, friend unseen,
Since on thine arm thou bid'st us lean,
Help us, throughout life's changing scene,
By faith, to cling to Thee!
2 Far from our home, fatigu'd, opprest,
Here we have found our place of rest,
As exiles still, yet not unblest,
While we can cling to Thee!
3 Without a murmur, we dismiss
Our former dreams of earthly bliss;
Our joy, our consolation, this-
Each hour to cling to Thee!
4 What though the world deceitful prove,
And earthly friends and hopes remove;
With patient uncomplaining love
Still would we cling to Thee!
5 Oft when we seem to tread alone
Some barren waste, with thorns o'ergrown,
Thy voice of love, in gentlest tone,
Whispers, "Still cling to Me!"
6 Though faith and hope may oft be tried,
We ask not, need not aught beside,-
So safe, so calm, so satisfied,
The soul that clings to Thee!
103 SONG IV. 6.—“ Until the day break, and the
shadows flee away, I will get me to the
mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of
frankincense."
1 To watch the morning's dawn,
I'll get me to the hill;
And, till the shadows flee away,
I'll keep the watch-tower still.
2 For morning surely comes,
With everlasting light:
The day star is at hand,
To chase the dreary night.
3 Our journey has been long,
And dark our desert-day;
The promis'd glory yet to come,-
Chief solace of our way.
4 And, though it lingers, yet
It cheers the failing eye
To mark, amid surrounding gloom,
The star of prophecy.
5 I'll trim my lamp the while,
And chaunt a midnight lay,
Till perfect light and gladness come
In glory's endless day.
104 SONG IV. 16.-" Blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out."
1 Love is the sweetest bud that blows ;
Its beauty never dies:
On earth among the saints it grows,
And ripens in the skies.
2 Oh, what a garden will be seen
When all the flowers of grace
Appear in everlasting green
Before the Planter's face.
3 No more exposed to burning skies,
Or winter's piercing cold;,
What never-dying sweets will rise
From every opening fold!
4 No want of sun or showers above
To make the flowers decline;
Fountains of life and beams of love
For ever spring and shine.
5 No more they need the quick'ning air,
Or gently rising dew,
Unspeakable their beauties are,
And yet for ever new.
6 Christ is their shade, and Christ their sun
Among them walks the King,
Whose presence is eternal noon,-
Whose smile eternal spring.
105 SONG v. 2.- I sleep, but my heart waketh.”
1 How sweet's the dream of her that sleeps,
Even thee, thou happy Bride,
When choosing for thy rest the place
Where thy Beloved died.
2 The bands that bound thy lover fast
Unbind thee from thy pain;
His piercing cry, that soothes thy soul,
And sings to sleep again.
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