861 The infinite God, our Father. HOLY and infinite! viewless! eternal! Vailed in the glory that none can sustain, None comprehendeth thy being supernal, Nor can the heaven of heavens contain. 2 Holy and infinite! limitless, boundless, All thy perfections, and powers, and praise! Ocean of mystery! awful and soundless All thine unsearchable judgments and ways! 3 King of eternity! what revelation Could the created and finite sustain, But for thy marvelous manifestation, Godhead incarnate in weakness and pain! 4 Therefore archangels and angels adore thee, Cherubim wonder, and seraphs admire; Therefore we praise thee, rejoicing before thee, Joining in rapture the heavenly choir. 5 Glorious in holiness, fearful in praises, Who shall not fear thee, and who shall not laud? Anthems of glory thy universe raises, 862 Frances R. Havergal. "All things are ours." ALL things are ours; how abundant the treasure, All riches which heaven or earth can afford! Oh, may our thanks, like his grace, without measure, Abound to the glory and praise of our Lord! 2 All things are ours; be it sickness or healing, "Tis ordered alike for our infinite good; Determined by grace, and for ever revealing This truth, that we love and are loved of our God. 3 All things are ours; though the body may perish, We faint not to feel it fast wasting away; The soul its bright visions of glory will cherish, And strengthen in holiness day after day. 4 All things are ours; yea, the present affliction, Though now through the gloom of mortality viewed; For soon shall we join in the blissful conviction, That thus it was good to be tried and subdued. 5 All things are ours; thro' the Saviour's great merit, The shame of his cross, which must needs be our own, Will brighten the glory that circles the spirit, And sparkles like gems in our heavenly A-long my earthly way, How many clouds are spread! Darkness, with scarce one cheerful ray, Seems gath'ring o'er my head. 864 Hereafter. ALONG my earthly way, How many clouds are spread! Darkness, with scarce one cheerful ray, Seems gathering o'er my head. 2 Yet, Father, thou art Love; Oh, hide not from my view! But when I look, in prayer, above, 3 My pathway is not hid; Thou knowest all my need; And I would do as Israel did,- 4 Lead me, and then my feet 5 And, oh, from that bright throne James Edmeston. SELVIN. S. M. Arr. by L. MASON. If, through un-ruf-fled seas, Tow'rd heav'n we calmly sail, With grateful hearts, O God,to thee, We'll own the fav'ring gale, With grateful hearts, O God,to thee, We'll own the fav'ring gale. 865 "We walk by faith." IF, through unruffled seas, Toward heaven we calmly sail, With grateful hearts, O God, to thee, We'll own the favoring gale. 2 But should the surges rise, And rest delay to come, Blest be the sorrow-kind the storm, 3 Soon shall our doubts and fears 4 Teach us, in every state, To make thy will our own; And when the joys of sense depart, 866 Kindness even in affliction. HOW TENDER is thy hand, A. M. Toplady. O thou belovéd Lord! Afflictions come at thy command, And leave us at thy word. 2 How gentle was the rod That chastened us for sin! How soon we found a smiling God, Where deep distress had been! 3 A Father's hand we felt, A Father's heart we knew; With tears of penitence we knelt, And found his word was true. My soul, repeat his praise, 2 God will not always chide; And when his strokes are felt, His strokes are fewer than our crimes, And lighter than our guilt. 3 The pity of the Lord To those that fear his name, 5 But thy compassions, Lord, Isaac Watts. Thou our mortal griefs hast borne; Thou hast shed the human tear: Je-sus, Son of Mary, hear! WHEN our heads are bowed with woe;- Thou our feeble flesh hast worn; 2 When the heart is sad within, Thou the shame, the grief hast known; 3 When our eyes grow dim in death; Thou hast bowed the dying head; Henry H. Milman. WHEN along life's thorny road, 2 Thou, our Saviour, from the throne 3 Mighty to redeem and save, James G. Deck. In the dark and cloudy day, 2 When the secret idol's gone Saviour, comfort me! 3 Thou, who wast so sorely tried, Saviour, comfort me! 4 Comfort me; I am cast down: 5 So it shall be good for me If thou wilt but tenderly, George Rawson. CAST thy burden on the Lord, Thou wilt soon have cause to bless 2 He sustains thee by his hand, He enables thee to stand; Those, whom Jesus once hath loved, From his grace are never moved. |