3. Thou everywhere hast sway,

And all things serve Thy might:
Thy every act pure blessing is;

Thy path, unsullied light.
When Thou arisest, Lord,

Who shall Thy work withstand?
When all Thy children want Thou giv’st,
Who, who shall stay Thy hand?

4. Thou seest our weakness, Lord!
Our hearts are known to Thee:
O lift Thou up the sinking hand;
Confirm the feeble knee !
Let us in life, in death,

Thy steadfast truth declare;

And publish with our latest breath
Thy love and guardian care!

P. Gerhardt.

530.

I.

Our Refuge in Sorrow.

THOU who dry'st the mourner's tear,
How dark this world would be,
If, when deceived and wounded here,
We could not fly to Thee!

2. When joy no longer soothes or cheers,
And e'en the hope that threw
A moment's sparkle o'er our tears,
Is dimmed and vanished too!

3. O who would bear life's stormy doom,
Did not Thy wing of love

Come, brightly wafting through the gloom
Our peace-branch from above?

C.M.

4. Then sorrow, touch'd by Thee, grows bright
With more than rapture's ray;

As darkness shows us worlds of light
We never saw by day.

531.

I.

MY Father, it is good for me

To trust and not to trace,

And wait with deep humility

For Thy revealing grace.

2. Lord when Thy way is in the sea,
And strange to mortal sense,

I love Thee in the mystery,
I trust Thy providence.

3. I cannot see the secret things
In this my dark abode ;

I may not reach with earthly wings
The heights and depths of God.

4. So faith and patience! wait a while !
Not doubting, not in fear;

For soon in heaven my Father's smile
Shall render all things clear.

5. Then Thou shalt end time's short eclipse,
Its dim uncertain night;
Bring in the grand apocalypse,

Reveal the perfect light.

Thou doest all Things well.

1. THOU doest all things well,
God only wise and true!

G. Rawson.

S.M.

532.

My days and nights alternate tell
Of mercies always new.

2. With sacred toils o'erpressed,
I sink in welcome sleep;
I wake in darkness and unrest,
Yet patient vigil keep.

3. Soon finds each fevered day

And each chill night its bourn ;
Nor zeal need droop, nor hope decay,
Ere rest or light return.

4. But, be the night-watch long,

And sore the chastening rod—
Thou art my Health, my Sun, my Song,
My Glory, and my God!

5. Thy smiling face lights mine;
If veiled, it makes me sad-

Even tears in darkness, star-like, shine,

And morning finds me glad!

6. For weeping, wakeful eyes
Instinctive look above,

And catch, through openings in the skies,
Thy beams, unslumbering Love!

7. Hours spent with pain and Thee,
Lost hours have never seemed :

No; those are lost, which but might be
From earth, for heaven, redeemed!

8. Its limit-its relief

Its hallowed issues-tell

That, though Thou cause Thy servant grief,

Thou doest all things well!

W. M. Bunting.

533.

I.

Peace.

WE bless Thee for Thy peace, O God,

Deep as the unfathomed sea,

Which falls like sunshine on the road
Of those who trust in Thee.

2. We ask not, Father, for repose

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534.

Which comes from outward rest,
If we may have through all life's woes
Thy peace within our breast.

That peace which suffers and is strong,
Trusts where it cannot see ;

Deems not the trial-way too long,

But leaves the end with Thee.

4. That peace which flows serene and deep,
A river in the soul

Whose banks a living verdure keep—
God's sunshine o'er the whole.

5. O Father, give our hearts this peace,
Whate'er the outward be,

Till all life's discipline shall cease,
And we go home to Thee,

I.

WE

Sorrowful yet Rejoicing.

E praise Thee oft for hours of bliss,
For days of quiet rest :

But O how seldom do we feel

That pain and tears are best.

2. We praise Thee for the shining sun,
For kind and gladsome ways:
When shall we learn, O Lord, to sing
Through weary nights and days?

C.M.

C.M.

3. We praise Thee when our path is plain
And smooth beneath our feet;

But fain would learn to welcome pain,
And call the bitter sweet.

4. Teach Thou our weak and wandering hearts
Aright to read Thy way,

That Thou with loving hand dost trace
Our history every day.

5. Then every thorny crown of care,
Worn well in patience now,
Shall grow a glorious diadem
Upon the faithful brow;

6. And sorrow's face shall be unveiled,
And we at last shall see

Her eyes are eyes of tenderness,
Her speech but echoes Thee.

J. P. Hopps.

535.

Submission to the Divine Will.

L.M.

I.

THOU who hast at Thy command
The hearts of all men in Thy hand!
Our wayward, erring hearts incline
To know no other will but Thine.

2. Our wishes and desires control:
Mould every purpose of the soul;
O'er all may we victorious be

That stands between ourselves and Thee.

3. Thrice blest will all our blessings be,

When we can look through them to Thee;
When each glad heart its tribute pays

Of love, and gratitude, and praise.

J. Cotterill.