10 I've wrestled on towards Heaven, That leaneth on his guide, From Immanuel's land. II Deep waters cross'd life's pathway, With yon triumphant band, 12 With mercy and with judgment 13 Soon shall the cup of glory Wash down earth's bitt'rest woes, Soon shall the desert briar Break into Eden's rose; The curse shall change to blessing- Be graven on the white stone In Immanuel's land. 14 I have borne scorn and hatred, They've stampt their foulest brand, 15 They've summoned me before them, My Lord says, "Come up hither," ... ... ... ... ... ... All things are ours,-how abundant the treasure! ... 170 99 141 167 206 ... Because the Lord, my Saviour, has brought me from afar 20 205 Depart, my child! the Lord thy spirit calls Dost thou see yon fair bark, by the billows upborne 152 ... ... ... ... roll.. 138 Great All in All, Thou art my rest, my home ... ... ... ... Hail to the Lord's anointed Hark! a sweet sound salutes mine ear Hast thou a hope of heaven? 114 Hast thou heard the loud roar of the turbulent ocean? He walks with God, who lives a life of faith... He who hath all to give is ever near He is the freeman whom the truth makes free ... ... 18 135 158 173 27 75 "Himself hath done it ;"-how those words... How often forgetting the crown How weary and how worthless this life at times appears ! |