4-Thou know'st I love Thee, gracious Lord, But O, I long to soar Far from the sphere of mortal joys, 60 Exod. xiv. 15. DODDRIDGE. P.M. 1-Press forward and fear not; the billows may roll, But the power of Jesus their rage can control; Though waves rise in anger, their tumult shall cease, One word of His bidding shall hush them to peace. 2-Press forward and fear not; though trial be near, The Lord is our refuge,-whom then shall we fear? His staff is our comfort, our safe-guard His rod; Then let us be steadfast, and trust in our God. 3-Press forward and fear not; be strong in the Lord, In the pow'r of His promise, the truth of Through the sea and the desert our pathway But He who hath sav'd us will save to the end. 4-Press forward and fear not; we'll speed on our way; Why should we e'er shrink from our path in dismay? We tread but the road which our Leader Then let us press forward, and trust in our 61 Psalm evii. 1, 2. 1-Let sinners sav'd give thanks and sing Of mercies past, of joys to come; The Lord their Saviour is and King, L.M. The cross their hope, and heav'n their home. 2--Let sinners sav'd give thanks and sing,— Who, made the children of a King, 3-Let sinners sav'd give thanks and sing,- 4-Let sinners sav'd give thanks and sing, 62 Heb. xi. 16. S.M. 1-I have a home above, From sin and sorrow free; 2-My Father's gracious hand Has built this sweet abode; 3-My Saviour's precious blood Has made my title sure: He pass'd through death's dark raging flood, 4-The Comforter is come, The earnest has been given; 5-Bright angels guard my way, And watching round me night and day, 6—Lov'd ones are gone before, Whose pilgrim days are done; 7-Thy love, most gracious Lord, My joy and strength shall be, Till Thou shalt speak the gladdening word 8-And then through endless days, In happier, holier strains I'll praise The 63 2 Kings iv. 26. S.M. 1-Beloved, "it is well!" God's ways are always right; 2-Beloved, "it is well!" Tho' deep and sore the smart, The hand that wounds knows how to bind, 3-Beloved, "it is well!" Tho' sorrow clouds our way, 'Twill only make the joy more dear 4-Beloved, "it is well!" The path that Jesus trod, Tho' rough, and strait, and dark it be, 64 2 Thess. i. 7. C.M. 1-I hear a voice at dawn of day, And to my heart it seems to say, |