690

89, 558, 384.

1 THOU ever-present Aid

In suffering and distress,

The mind which still on thee is stayed,
Is kept in perfect peace.

2 The soul by faith reclined

Upon thy sheltering breast,
'Mid raging storms exults to find
An everlasting rest.

3 Sorrow and fear are gone,

Whene'er thy face appears;

It stills the sighing orphan's moan,
And dries the widow's tears.

4 It hallows every cross;

It sweetly comforts me,
Makes me forget my every loss,
And find my all in thee.

5 O God, to whom I fly,

Do thou my wishes fill;

What though created streams are dry?
Thou art my fountain still.

6 Stripped of each earthly friend,
I find them all in one;

And

peace and joy which never end, And heaven, in thee alone.

7 Here, then, I doubt no more, But in his pleasure rest

Whose wisdom, love, and truth, and

2 The light of smiles shall fill again
The lids that overflow with tears,
And weary hours of woe and pain
Are promises of happier years.

3 There is a day of sunny rest

For every dark and troubled night, And grief may bide an evening guest, But joy shall come with early light. 4 Nor let the good man's trust depart, Though life its common gifts deny; Though with a sad and broken heart, He sees his hopes most cherished die. 5 For God has marked each sorrowing day, And numbered every secret tear,

And heaven's long age of bliss shall pay
For all his children suffer here.
William Cullen Bryant.

692

212, 301, 347.

1 WEEPING endures but for a night,
Joy cometh with the morning light;
Joy cometh of celestial birth,
Unsullied by the blight of earth.

2 Joy comes each faithful heart to thrill,
That fears of change no more will chill;
Transporting joy, that fills the soul
While everlasting ages roll.

3 Then, mourning pilgrim, upward gaze;
Beyond this dark and thorny maze
A joy for every tear is found,
A healing balm for every wound.

4 No sorrow there shall dim the eye,
No wintry winds or storms are nigh,
No sighs borne on the fragrant air;
But all shall in the glory share.

5 Awake, for lo, not distant far,
The rising of the Morning Star;
O watch to catch the new-born ray
That ushers in a cloudless day.

6 Hail! glorious morn, whose radiant light
Shall bid the darkness take its flight;
Shall chase the shades of gloom away,
And night be turned to endless day.

1 NOT all the nobles of the earth,
Who boast the honors of their birth,
So high a dignity can claim,
As those who bear the Christian name.
2 To them the privilege is given

To be the sons and heirs of heaven;
Sons of the God who reigns on high,
And heirs of joy beyond the sky.

3 He teaches their young feet the way,
And early leads them to obey;
Whispers instruction to their minds,
And on their hearts his precepts binds.
4 Their daily wants his hands supply,
Their steps he guards with watchful eye;
Leads them from earth to heaven above,
And crowns them with eternal love.
Samuel Stennett.

694

ISAAC B. WOODBURY,

2

In sooth-ing

ac - cents Je sus

said, "Lo, It is I; be not a- - fraid." £

347, 932, 104.

2 So when in silence nature sleeps, And lonely watch the mourner keeps, One thought shall every pang remove, Trust, feeble man, thy Maker's love. 3 And when the last, dread hour shall come, While trembling nature waits her doom, This voice shall wake the righteous dead"Lo, it is I, be not afraid.

223, 51, 316.

Sir J. E. Smith.

695 1 AFFLICTED saint, to Christ draw near, Thy Saviour's gracious promise hear; His faithful word declares to thee, That as thy day thy strength shall be. 2 Let not thy heart despond, and say, "How shall I stand the trying day?" He has engaged by firm decree, That as thy day thy strength shall be. 3 Thy faith is weak, thy foes are strong, And if the conflict should be long, Thy Lord will make the tempter flee, For as thy day thy strength shall be. 4 Should persecution rage and flame, Still trust in thy Redeemer's name; In fiery trials thou shalt see

1 GOD of my life, to thee I call,
Afflicted at thy feet I fall;
When the great water-floods prevail,
Leave not my trembling heart to fail.
2 Friend of the friendless and the faint,
Where shall I lodge my deep complaint?
Where but with thee, whose open door
Invites the helpless and the poor?

3 Did ever mourner plead with thee,
And thou refuse that mourner's plea ?
Does not the word still fixed remain,
That none shall seek thy face in vain?
4 Poor though I am, despised, forgot,
Yet God, my God, forgets me not;
And he is safe and must succeed
For whom the Lord vouchsafes to plead.
William Cowper.

698

C. H. PURDY.

2

1 Is not the way to heavenly gain
Through earthly grief and loss?
Rest must be won by toil and pain,-
The crown repays the cross.

2 In tears and trials thou must sow
To reap in joy and love;
We cannot find our home below,
And hope for one above.

3 As woods, when shaken by the breeze, Take deeper, firmer root;

As winter's frost but makes the trees
Abound in summer fruit;

4 So every heaven-sent pang and throe
That Christian firmness tries,
But nerves us for our work below,
And forms us for the skies.
Henry F. Lyte.

1 WHEN waves of trouble round me swell, My soul is not dismayed;

I hear a voice I know full well,-
"Tis I; be not afraid."

2 When black the threatening skies appear,
And storms my path invade,
Those accents tranquilize each fear,-
"Tis I; be not afraid."

3 There is a gulf that must be crossed; Saviour, be near to aid!

Whisper, when my frail bark is tossed,— "Tis I; be not afraid."

4 There is a dark and fearful vale,