The book of sacred song . 6o THE BOOK OF SACRED SONG. Unless it comes from Thee,In vain I look around; In all that I can see,No rest is to be found. No rest is to be foundBut in Thy blessed love ; Oh ! let my wish be crownd,And send it from above. ANSWER. CHEER up, desponding soul; Thy longing, pleased I see;Tis part of that great whole Wherewith I longd for thee. Wherewith I longM for thee,And left my Fathers throne, From death to set thee free,To claim thee for my own. To claim thee for my own,I suffered on the cross; Oh ! were my love but knownNo soul could fear its WILLIAM AND MARY—
The book of sacred song . 6o THE BOOK OF SACRED SONG. Unless it comes from Thee,In vain I look around; In all that I can see,No rest is to be found. No rest is to be foundBut in Thy blessed love ; Oh ! let my wish be crownd,And send it from above. ANSWER. CHEER up, desponding soul; Thy longing, pleased I see;Tis part of that great whole Wherewith I longd for thee. Wherewith I longM for thee,And left my Fathers throne, From death to set thee free,To claim thee for my own. To claim thee for my own,I suffered on the cross; Oh ! were my love but knownNo soul could fear its WILLIAM AND MARY—GEORGE II. 61 No soul could fear its loss. But, filPd with love divine,Would die on its own cross, And rise for ever mine. John Eyrom. CONFIDENCE IN GOD. TY God, my Father, blissful nameO may I call Thee mine ?May I with sweet assurance claimA portion so divine? This only can my fears control, And bid my sorrows fly;What harm can ever reach my soul Beneath my Fathers eye ? Whatever Thy providence denies I calmly would resign ;For Thou art just, and good, and wise; O bend my will to Thine. Whatever Thy sacred will ordains, O give me strength to bear;And let me know, my Father reigns, And trust His tender care. 62 THE BOOK OF SACRED SONG. If pain and sickness rend this frame, And life almost depart,Is not Thy mercy still the same To cheer my drooping heart ? If cares and sorrows me surround,Their power why should I fear ? My inward peace they cannot wound,If Thou, my God, art near. Anne Steele. GETHSEMANE. [JESUS, while He dwelt below,As divine historians say,To a pla
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