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931 "The Burden Bolled Away."
All my sins I brought him and my woe;
From my heart the burden rolled away!
I praise thee for the future crown,
2 I leave it all with Jesus, for he knows How to steal the bitter from life's woes; How to gild the tear-drop with his smile,
I thank thee for the wing of love,
I left it all with Je-sus long a-go, All my sins I brought him and my woe; When by faith I saw him on the tree, Heard his
5 I bless thee for the glad increase,
And for this strange, this settled peace,
Mrs. Jane Crewdson.
Make the desert garden bloom awhile:
3 I leave it all with Jesus day by day; Faith can firmly trust him, come what may. Hope has dropped her anchor, found her rest,
In the calm sure haven of his breast;
Ellen H. Willis.
Besting in God.
SINCE thy Father's arm sustains thee,
When a chastening hand restrains thee,
It is he!
Know his love in full completeness
Trust him more.
2 Without murmur, uncomplaining,
Lay whatever things thou canst not
W. F. SHERWIN.
Who follow thee, O Lord, may be
4 Though over steep and rugged ways
5 Oh, perfect peace! oh, endless rest!
Know his love in full completeness Fills the measure of thy weakness; If he wound thy spir-it sore, Trust him more.
Miss H. O. Knowlton.
W. F. SHERWIN.
When a chastening hand restrains thee, It is
Though the world thy folly spurneth,
3 To his own thy Saviour giveth
To each troubled soul that liveth
Weakest lambs have largest sharing
Tr. fr. K. R. Hagenbach.
ABER. S. M.
It is no untried way That takes us home to God; The road that leads to realms of day By Christ himself was trod.
IT is no untried way
That takes us home to God;
2 The Lord of Love has borne
3 See from his throne of light
4 Our hearts can never faint
Robert M. Offord.
DENNIS. S. M.
Hereafter. ALONG my earthly way,
How many clouds are spread! Darkness, with scarce one cheerful ray, Seems gathering o'er my head.
WM. H. MONK.
2 Yet, Father, thou art Love;
3 My pathway is not hid; Thou knowest all my need:
935 "It is Well."
2 Well when they see his face,
3 'Tis well when joys arise,
4 'T is well when Jesus calls,-
To join the hosts of ransomed souls,
A-long my earthly way, How ma-ny clouds are spread! Darkness, with scarce one cheerful ray, Seems gathering o'er my head.
H. G. NAGELI.
And I would do as Israel did,-
4 Lead me, and then my feet
5 And, oh, from that bright throne
ALDERSGATE. 8. M.
937 Bindness Eben in Affliction.
HOW TENDER is thy hand,
How tender is thy hand, 0 thou be-lov-ed Lord! Af-flictions come at thy command, And leave us at thy word.
2 A Father's hand we felt,
A Father's heart we knew ; With tears of penitence we knelt, And found his word was true.
CLEVELAND. S. M.
938 "My Cup is Full."
My trembling soul I raise;
2 Father, my cup is full!
But One hath drank before,
3 Father, my cup is full!
But thou dost bid me drink:
4 Alone he drank the cup,
5 Father, forsake me not!
O Christ! I look to thee; And by thy midnight agony Do thou remember me.
G. P. MERRICK.
3 We told him all our grief,
4 Now we will bless the Lord,
And in his strength confide;
U. C. BURNAP.
939 God's Help Sure.
SAY not, my soul, "From whence
2 God's help is always sure,
His methods seldom guessed: Delay will make our pleasure pure, Surprise will give it zest.
3 His wisdom is sublime,
His heart profoundly kind;
And never is behind.
4 Hast thou assumed a load,
5 Be comforted at heart,
Now, thou the Lord's companion art;
T. T. Lynch.