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2 Joy of the desolate, light of the straying,
Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure, Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying, “Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot
3 Here see the Bread of life, see waters flow
ing Forth from the throne of God, pure from
above; Come to the feast of love, come, ever know
ing Earth has no sorrow but heaven can remove.
T. Moore. Alt. V. 3, T. Hastings.
How kind his precepts are !
And trust his constant care.
2 While Providence supports,
Let saints securely dwell ;
Shall guide His children well.
3 Why should this anxious load
Press down your weary mind ?
And sweet refreshment find.
4 His goodness stands approved,
Down to the present day ;
L. M. Fight the good fight with all thy might, Christ is thy strength, and Christ thy right; Lay hold on life, and it shall be
Thy joy and crown eternally. 2 Run the straight race through God's good
grace, Lift up thine eyes, and seek His face ; Life with its way before us lies,
Christ is the path, and Christ the prize. 3 Cast care aside, lean on thy Guide ;
His boundless mercy will provide ;
Christ is its life, and Christ its love.
He changeth not, and thou art dear ;
J. S. B. Monsell.
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear!
Thou our mortal griefs hast borne,
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear !
For our own departing souls,
4 Thou hast bowed the dying head,
Thou the blood of life hast shed,
5 When the heart is sad within
With the thought of all its sin,
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear !
H. H. Milman.
Ten thousand foes arise ;
To draw thee from the skies.
2 Oh, watch, and fight, and pray!
The battle ne'er give o'er ;
And help divine implore.
Nor lay thine armor down :
Till thou obtain thy crown.
4 Fight on, my soul, till death
Shall bring thee to thy God :
Is earthly shame or loss ?
When we have borne the cross.
2 Keen was the trial once,
Bitter the cup of woe,
Christ's sufferings shared below. 3 Bright is their glory now,
Boundless their joy above,
They rest in perfect love.
Like them in faith to bear
May be our portion here: 5 Enough if Thou at last
The word of blessing give,
H. W. Baker.
S. M. Give to the winds thy fears ;
Hope, and be not dismayed ; God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears ;
God shall lift up thy head.
He gently clears thy way ;
Soon end in joyous day.
3 Still heavy is thy heart?
Still sink thy spirits down?
And every care be gone.
Yet Heaven, and earth, and hell Proclaim, God sitteth on the throne
And ruleth all things well. 5 Let us, in life, in death,
Thy steadfast truth declare,
Tr. J. Wesley.
And put your armor on;
2 Strong in the Lord of Hosts,
And in His mighty power ;
Is more than conqueror.
3 Stand then in His great might,
With all His strength endued ;
The panoply of God :
And all your conflicts past,
And stand complete at last.