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In Time of Tribulation. Psalm 77.
7 & 6s. M.
1 IN time of tribulation,
Hear, Lord, our earnest cries;
2 Remembered songs of gladness,
Through night's lone silence brought, Strike notes of deepest sadness, And stir desponding thought.
3 Hath God cast off for ever? Can time his truth impair? His tender mercy never
Shall we presume to share?
4 Hath he his loving-kindness Shut up in bitter wrath.? No! it is human blindness, That cannot see his path. 5 We'll call to recollection
The years of thy right hand, And, strong in thy protection, Again through faith we stand.
6 Thy way is in great waters,
Thy footsteps are not known; But let earth's sons and daughters Confide in thee alone!
7 Through the wild sea thou leddest
1 WAIT, O my soul, thy Maker's will!
2 He in the thickest darkness dwells,
3 In heaven, and earth, and air, and seas He executes his firm decrees;
And by his saints it stands confessed
4 Wait, then, my soul, submissive wait,
Prayer for Prudence and Wisdom.
1 FATHER of light! conduct my feet
2 Let heaven-eyed prudence be my guide; And, when I go astray,
Recall my feet from folly's path,
To wisdom's better way.
3 Teach me in every various scene
4 That heavenly wisdom from above Abundantly impart ;
And let it guard, and guide, and warm, And penetrate my heart;
5 Till it shall lead me to thyself,
Why art thou cast down, my Soul?
for truth and peace;
WE pray With weary hearts we ask Some rest in which our souls may cease From life's perplexing task. We seek, yet none is found; We sigh, — yet hope grows faint; And deeper in its mournful sound Goes up our wild complaint.
BOOK OF HYMNS.
Only to living faith
Be ours the earnest heart,
Be ours the steady will,
3 Then newer lights shall rise
Our hearts from fear and wrong
With God's own might for ever strong, And calm with God's own peace.
Jesus our Leader.
1 FEEBLE, helpless, how shall I
2 Blessed Father, gracious One,
Thou hast sent thy holy Son;
3 Through this world, uncertain, dim,
4 Thus, in deed, and thought, and word
5 Learn to live in peace and love,
1 THE dove, let loose in Eastern skies, Returning fondly home,
Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies Where idle warblers roam;
2 But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay,
Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way.
3 So grant me, Lord, from every snare
4 No sin to cloud, no lure to stay,
Trust and Submission.
1 My God, I thank thee! may no thought E'er deem thy chastisements severe; But may this heart, by sorrow taught, Calm each wild wish, each idle fear.
2 Thy mercy bids all nature bloom;