310 1 3 There shall I bathe my weary soul 1 HEAVENLY Father, sovereign Lord, Ever faithful to thy word, We have felt thy mercy too; We, O Lord! have found thee true! Bloom, and put forth fruits and flowers, 2 Hark! the wastes have found a voice, Blind we were, but now we see: Dumb; for thee our tongues employ: Lame; and lo! we leap for joy. 3 Faint we were, and parched with drought, Water, at thy word, gushed out: Streams of grace our thirst repress - Still we long thy grace to know – 4 There the simple cannot stray; Safe in lowliness of heart; 5 Come, and all our sorrows chase, 311. Outward Religion. L. M. WATTS. Religion Expressed in Life. 1 So let our lips and lives express 2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad 3 Our flesh and sense must be denied, 4 Religion bears our spirits up, While we expect that blessed hope, 312 The bright appearance of the Lord, C. M. WATTS. Christian Warfare. 1 AM I a soldier of the cross? 2 Must I be carried to the skies Whilst others fought to win the prize, 3 Are there no foes for me to face? Is this low world a friend to grace, 4 Sure I must fight, if I would reign; 5 Thy saints, in all this glorious war, 313 6 When that illustrious day shall rise, In robes of victory through the skies, C. M. The Christian's Life. GISBORNE. 1 A SOLDIER'S course, from battles won A pilgrim's, restless as the sun ;- 2 The hosts of darkness pant for spoil- Lonely we tread a foreign soil- 3 0! let us seek our heavenly home, The land whence pilgrims never roam, 4 Where grief shall never wound, nor death, Nor sin, with pestilential breath, His holy realm profane; 5 The land where, suns and moons unknown, And night's alternate sway, Jehovah's ever-burning throne |