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380 Cast Thy Burden on the Lord.
Cast thy burden on the Lord, And he will sustain thee, and strengthen thee, and comfort thee; He will sustain thee, and comfort thee; He will sustain thee, he will comfort thee; Cast thy burden on the Lord!
381 Lux Benigna. 10s. & 4s.
_Lead Thou Me On._
Lead, kindly Light, amid th" encircling gloom, Lead thou me on, The night is dark, and I am far from home, Lead thou me on; Keep thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene; one step enough for me.
2 I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou Shouldst lead me on; I loved to choose and see my path, but now Lead thou me on; I loved the garish day, and spite of fears, Pride ruled my will. Remember not past years.
3 So long thy pow"r has blessed me, sure it still Will lead me on; O"er moor and fen, o"er crag and torrent, till The night is gone; And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile.
Cardinal J.H. Newman
382 Joy Cometh in the Morning. P.M.
_Joy After Weeping._
Oh, weary pilgrim, lift your head, For joy cometh in the morning; For G.o.d, in his own Word, hath said That joy cometh in the morning.
Cho.--Joy cometh in the morning, Joy cometh in the morning; Weeping may endure for a night, But joy cometh in the morning.
2 Ye trembling saints, dismiss your fears, For joy cometh in the morning; Oh, weeping mourner, dry your tears, For joy cometh in the morning.
3 Let ev"ry burdened soul look up, For joy cometh in the morning; And ev"ry trembling sinner hope, For joy cometh in the morning.
4 Our G.o.d shall wipe all tears away, For joy cometh in the morning; Sorrow and sighing flee away, For joy cometh in the morning.
M.M. Weinland.
383 Landis. S.M.
_G.o.d"s Tenderness in Our Grief._ (883)
How tender is thy hand, Oh, thou beloved Lord!
Afflictions come at thy command, And leave us at thy word.
2 How gentle was the rod That chastened us for sin!
How soon we found a smiling G.o.d, Where deep distress had been!
3 A Father"s hand we felt, A Father"s heart we knew; With tears of penitence we knelt, And found his word was true.
4 We told him all our grief, We thought of Jesus" love; A sense of pardon brought relief, And bade our pains remove.
Thomas Hastings.
384 Retreat. L.M.
_The Mercy-Seat._ (787)
From every stormy wind that blows, From every swelling tide of woes, There is a calm, a sure retreat;-- "Tis found before the mercy-seat.
2 There is a place where Jesus sheds The oil of gladness on our heads,-- A place, than all besides, more sweet; It is the blood-bought mercy-seat.
3 There is a spot where spirits blend, Where friend holds fellowship with friend; Though sundered far, by faith they meet Around one common mercy-seat.
4 There, there, on eagle"s wings we soar, And time, and sense seem all no more; And heaven comes down our souls to greet, And glory crowns the mercy-seat!
5 Oh! may my hand forget her skill, My tongue be silent, cold, and still, This bounding heart forget to beat, If I forget the mercy-seat!
Hugh Stowell, 1827.
385 Retreat. L.M.
_Design of Prayer._ (796)
Prayer is appointed to convey The blessings G.o.d designs to give: Long as they live should Christians pray; They learn to pray when first they live.
2 If pain afflict or wrongs oppress; If cares distract, or fears dismay; If guilt deject; if sin distress; In every case, still watch and pray.
3 "Tis prayer supports the soul that"s weak, Tho" thought be broken, language lame, Pray, if thou canst or canst not speak, But pray with faith in Jesus" name.
4 Depend on him, thou canst not fail; Make all thy wants and wishes known; Fear not, his merits must prevail, Ask but in faith, it shall be done.
Joseph Hart. _D._ 1768
386 Retreat. L.M.
_Psalm 104:34._ (794)
My G.o.d, is any hour so sweet From blush of morn to evening star, As that which calls me to thy feet, The calm and holy hour of prayer?
2 Blest is the tranquil break of morn, And blest the hush of solemn eve, When on the wings of prayer up-borne, This fair, but transient, world I leave.
3 Then is my strength by thee renewed; Then are my sins by thee forgiven; Then dost thou cheer my solitude, With clear and beauteous hopes of heaven.
4 No words can tell what sweet relief, There for my every want I find; What strength for warfare, balm for grief, What deep and cheerful peace of mind.