8 Let Him alone-and tarry,
He is a Prince all-wise,
He shall Himself so carry,
'Twill strange seem in thine eyes.
When He, as Him beseemeth,
In wonderful decree,

Shall as Himself good deemeth,
O'errule what grieveth thee.

9 He may, awhile still staying,
His comforts keep from thee
And on His part delaying,
Seem to have utterly
Forgotten and forsaken

And put thee out of mind,
Though thou'rt by grief o'ertaken,
No time for thee to find.

10 But if thou never shrinkest,
And true dost still remain,

He'll come when least thou thinkest,
And set thee free again,
Thee from the load deliver,

That burdeneth thy heart,
That thou hast carried never

For any evil part.

11 Hail! child of faith, who gainest The victory alway.

Who honor's crown obtainest,

That never fades away.

God in thy hand will give thee,
One day the glorious palm;
Who ne'er in grief did leave thee,

To Him thou'llt sing thy psalm.

12 O Lord, no longer lengthen
Our time of misery,

Our hands and feet to strengthen
And until death may we

By Thee be watched and cared for,
In faithfulness and love,

So come we where prepared for
Us is our blessed abode.

Beloved, "It is well!"

God's ways are always right; And perfect love is o'er them all, Though far above our sight.

2 Beloved "It is well!"

Though deep and sore the smart,

The hand that wounds knows how to bind And heal the broken heart.

3 Beloved "It is well!"

Though sorrow clouds our way, "Twill only make the joy more dear

That ushers in the day.

4 Beloved, "It is well!"

The path that Jesus trod,

Though rough and straight and dark it be,

Leads home to heaven and God.

The Christian Life

Am I a soldier of the cross,
A follower of the Lamb?
And shall I fear to own His cause
Or blush to speak His name?

2 Must I be carried to the skies
On flowery beds of ease,

While others fought to win the prize,
And sailed through bloody seas?

3 Are there no foes for me to face?
Must I not stem the flood?

Is this vile world a friend to grace,
To help me on to God?

4 Sure I must fight, if I would reign:
Increase my courage, Lord!
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by Thy Word.

5 Thy saints, in all this glorious war,
Shall conquer, though they die;
They see the triumph from afar
With faith's discerning eye.

6 When that illustrious day shall rise And all Thine armies shine

In robes of victory through the skies, The glory shall be Thine.

Death and Eternity

Abide with me! fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide!
When other helpers fail, and comforts flee.
Help of the helpless O abide with me!

2 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;
Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see;

O Thou who changest not, abide with me! 3 Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word, But as Thou dwell'st with Thy disciples Lord: Familiar, condescending, patient, free, Come, not to sojourn, but abide with me.

4 Come not in terrors as the King of kings,

But kind and good, with healing in Thy wings; Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea;

O Friend of sinners, thus abide with me! 5 Thou on my head in early youth didst smile. And, though rebellious and perverse meanwhile, Thou hast not left me, oft as I left Thee: On to the close, O Lord, abide with me!

6 I need Thy presence every passing hour:

What but Thy grace can foil the Tempter's power?

Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be? Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me! 7 I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless: Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness. Where is death's sting? where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still, if Thou abide with me!

8 Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes, Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies:

Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee;

In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me!

I Fall asleep in Jesus' wounds,
There pardon for my sins abounds;
Yea, Jesus' blood and righteousness
My jewels are my glorious dress.
Wherein before my God I stand,
When I shall reach the heavenly land.

2 With peace and joy I now depart,
God's child I am with all my heart;
I thank thee, death, thou leadest me
To that true life where I would be.
So cleansed by Christ I fear not death.
Lord Jesus, strengthen Thou my faith!

"Forever with the Lord!"

Amen! so let it be;

Life from the dead is in that word,

'Tis immortality.