2 When the woes of life o'ertake me, Hopes deceive, and fears annoy, Never shall the cross forsake me; Lo, it glows with peace and joy. 3 When the sun of bliss is beaming Light and love upon my way, 3 By thy trustful, calm endeavor, 4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure, 5 Pray thou undisheartened rather, Peace is there, that knows no measure, 5 In the cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time; That thou be a faithful son; By the prayer of Jesus," Father, 1. Among all songs, no sweet - er one, More grate - ful to the ear is none, I Courage, brother! do not stumble Though thy path be dark as night; There's a star to guide the humble: "Trust in God, and do the right." 2 Though the road be long and dreary, And its ending out of sight: Foot it bravely strong or weary: Trust in God, and do the right." 3 Some will hate thee, some will love thee, Some will flatter, some will slight; Cease from man, and look above thee: "Trust in God, and do the right." 3 Stay with us, Son of Righteousness! 4 Simple rule and safest guiding, Norman Macleod. 302 Be Frank and Fearless. To Rathbun. I He who has the truth, and keeps it, Keeps what not to him belongs, But performs a selfish action That his fellow-mortal wrongs. 2 He who seeks the truth and trembles At the dangers he must brave, Is not fit to be a freeman, He at best is but a slave. 2 Still, near the lake, with weary tread, Lingers a form of human kind; And on his lone, unsheltered head Flows the chill night-damp of the wind. 3 Why seeks he not a home of rest? Why seeks he not a pillowed bed? Beasts have their dens, the bird its nest, He hath not where to lay his head. 4 Such was the lot he freely chose, To bless, to save the human race; And through his poverty there flows A rich, full stream of heavenly grace. 2 Thou who, houseless, sole, forlorn, Long hast borne the proud world's scorn, Long hast roamed the barren waste, 3 Ye who, tossed on beds of pain, Seek for ease, but seek in vain; Ye whose swoln and sleepless eyes Watch to see the morning rise; 4 Ye, by fiercer anguish torn, In remorse for guilt who mourn,— Balm that flows for every wound, Anna L. Barbauld. 309 Gethsemane and Calvary. 2 There I walk amid the shades, Wea-ry pil - grim,hith er come. A MEN! 3 When my love for man grows weak, When for stronger faith I seek, Hill of Calvary! I go To thy scenes of fear and woe; 4 There behold his agony, Learning all the worth of pain, J. R. Wreford, Alt. S. Longfellow. 310 In Loving Reunion. 2 Sanctify us, Lord, and bless; 3 Make us all in thee complete, Methodist Coll. |
