2 Open now the crystal fountain,
Whence the healing streams do flow;
Let the fiery, cloudy pillar
Lead me all my journey through:
Strong Deliverer,
Be thou still my strength and shield.
3 When I tread the verge of Jordan,
Bid my anxious fears subside;
Bear me through the swelling current;
Land me safe on Canaan's side:
Songs of praises
I will ever give to thee.
1 O DRAW me, Father, after thee,
So shall I run and never tire;
With gracious words still comfort me;
Be thou my hope, my sole desire:
Free me from every weight; nor fear
Nor sin can come, if thou art here.
2 From all eternity, with love
Unchangeable thou hast me viewed;
Ere knew this beating heart to move,
Thy tender mercies me pursued;
Ever with me may they abide,
And close me in on every side.
3 In suffering be thy love my peace,
In weakness be thy love my power;
And when the storms of life shall cease,
My God! in that important hour,
In death as life be thou my guide,
And bear me through death's whelming tide.
Deliverance celebrated, and good Resolutions formed.
1 GREAT Source of life, our souls confess
The various riches of thy grace;
Crowned with thy mercy, we rejoice,
And in thy praise exalt our voice.
2 By thee heaven's shining arch was spread;
By thee were earth's foundations laid;
And all the charms of man's abode
Proclaim the wise, the gracious God.
3 Thy tender hand restores our breath,
When trembling on the verge of death;
Gently it wipes away our tears,
And lengthens life to future years.
4 These lives are sacred to the Lord;
Kindled by him, by him restored;
And while our hours renew their race,
Still would we walk before his face.
5 So, when by him our souls are led
Through unknown regions of the dead,
With joy triumphant shall they move
To seats of nobler life above.
1 WHEN sin and sorrow, fear and pain,
My trembling heart dismay,
My feeble strength, alas, how vain!.
It sinks and dies away.
2 My spirit asks a firmer prop;
I lean upon the Lord;
My God, the pillar of my hope
Is thy unchanging word.
3 On this are built the brightest joys
Celestial beings know;
And 't is the same almighty voice
Supports the saints below.
4 "T is this upholds the rolling spheres
And heaven's immortal frame;
Then let my soul suppress her fears, -
My basis is the same.
5 Thy sacred word, thy solemn oath,
For ever must remain;
I trust in everlasting truth,
Nor shall my trust be vain.
Imploring the Constant Presence of God.
1 WHEN Israel, of the Lord beloved,
Out from the land of bondage came,
Her fathers' God before her moved,
An awful guide, in smoke and flame.
2 By day, along the astonished lands
The cloudy pillar glided slow;
By night Arabia's crimsoned sands
Returned the fiery column's glow.
3 Thus present still, though now unseen,
When brightly shines the prosperous day,
Be thoughts of thee a cloudy screen,
To temper the deceitful ray!
4 And oh! when gathers on our path,
In shade and storm, the frequent night,
Be thou, long-suffering, slow to wrath,
A burning and a shining light!
1 LORD, I believe a rest remains,
To all thy people known;
A rest where pure enjoyment reigns,
And thou art loved alone;
2 A rest, where all our soul's desire
Is fixed on things above;
Where fear, and sin, and grief expire,
Cast out by perfect love.
3 O that I now the rest might know,
Believe, and enter in!
Now, Father, now the power bestow,
And let me cease from sin!
4 Remove all hardness from my heart, All unbelief remove;
To me the rest of faith impart,
The sabbath of thy love.
1 THE Swift not always in the race
Shall win the crowning prize;
Not always wealth and honor grace
The labors of the wise.
2 Fond mortals but themselves beguile
When on themselves they rest:
Blind is their wisdom, weak their toil,
By thee, O Lord, unblest.
3 Evil and good before thee stand,
Thy missions to perform;
The blessing comes at thy command,
At thy command the storm.
4 O Lord, in all our ways we 'll own
Thy providential power,
Intrusting to thy care alone.
The lot of every hour.
Grateful Reliance on God.
1 How rich the blessings, O my God,
Which teach this grateful heart to glow;
How kindly poured, and free bestowed,
The rivers of thy mercy flow!
2 How calmly rolls the sea of life;
Secure in thine immortal trust,
The soul has hushed her secret strife,
Nor longer shudders at the dust.
3 Though sorrow's cloud awhile o'ercast
The dawn of earthly hope and joy,
She knows that it must soon be past,
And will unveil eternity.
4 Then virtue's humble toil and prayer Shall stand acknowledged at thy throne, Triumphant over earthly care;
And the blest record thou wilt own.
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