Thy purpose none can stay, Since Thou to bless Thy children. Through all dost make a way. 5 Give, Lord, this consummation With these in heavenly glory P. Gerhardt. A. T. Russell, Tr. 293 COME, ye disconsolate, where'er you languish, Come to the mercy-seat, fervently kneel; Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that heav'n cannot heal. 2 Joy of the desolate, light of the straying, Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure, Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying, "Earth has no sorrow that heav'n cannot cure." 3 Here see the Bread of life; see waters flowing Forth from the throne of God, pure from above; Come to the feast of love, come, ever knowing Earth has no sorrow but heav'n can re move. Th. Moore. 294 IF THOU but suffer God to guide thee, 2 What can these anxious cares avail thee, 3 All are alike before the Highest; 4 Sing, pray, and keep His ways unswerving, So do thine own part faithfully, And trust His word;-though undeserving, G. Neumark. C. Winkworth, Tr. 295 ROCK of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee; Let the water and the blood, From Thy side, a healing flood, Be of sin the double cure, Save from wrath and make me pure. 2 Not the labors of my hands 4 While I draw this fleeting breath, 296 NEARER, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee, E'en though it be a cross A. M. Toplady. Still all my song shall be, 2 Though like the wanderer, 3 There let the way appear Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to Thee, : || 4 There with my waking thoughts Bright with Thy praise, Out of my stony griefs So by my woes to be Nearer, my God, to Thee,: || Nearer to Thee! 5 Or if on joyful wing, Cleaving the sky, Sun, moon, and stars forgot, Still all my song shall be, S. Adams. 297 LEAD, kindly Light, amid th' encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home, Keep Thou my feet! I do not ask to see 2 I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me on; I loved to choose and see my path; but now Lead Thou me on! I loved the garish day; and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will: remember not past years. 3 So long Thy power has blest me, sure it still Will lead me on O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till The night is gone; And with the morn those angel faces smile, Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile. J. H. Newman. |