When worn with pain, disease, and grief, This feeble frame shall be; Grant patience, rest, and kind relief: Hear and remember me. If on my face, for thy dear name When in the solemn hour of death Saviour, with my last parting breath, HAWEIS. HYMN IX. Он, would that my soul had the wings of a And could fly to the uppermost heaven above! light, And thither would speed, Oh, how swiftly her flight! Ye angels, who people that balmy abode, Come down for a moment-be guides of the road! Through the grave and the portals of death it may lie, But I dread not to go if it lead to the sky. I seek after peace, but I find it not here, Midst the pantings of hope, and the tremblings of fear; I thirst, but, ah! where are the waters below, Unpoisoned by sin, unembittered by woe? A ray from on high has been sent to my soul, And the shadows of earth seem more darkly to roll; The world all in ruins around me I see, For patience I pray, yet I sigh for release ; The waters I long for are flowing above, And the ray that was sent is the pledge of thy love! C. S. B. HYMN X. SOLDIERS, Sworn to fight, are we, That we bear upon our brow?* Outward armour we have none; 'Tis not to the trumpet's sound Worse than mortal foes are our's, Of a nature not our own. *Rev. xiv. 1. Wearied, we may seek repose, An unfailing watch they keep. On the plain of human strife But should we the contest yield, On our arms should victory shine-- Whom no living eye may view. Mighty Leader! from above Thy confiding soldiers see; Cheer us with one smile of love, We shall "more than conquerors" be! C. S. B. HYMN XI. OFT when the waves of passions rise, Tossed with the long tempestuous night, But lo! in our extremity, The Saviour walking on the sea! He silences our clamorous fear, O Lord, if it be thou indeed, So good, so strong to save;- Swift-walking on the wave. |