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Wearied.
Would'st thou be there to meet those long-lost faces
Watching o'er us, though unseen, from yon bright land above;
Waiting to waft us from this shore of sadness,
To that love-lighted home,—to God's own Land of Love.
Watching o'er us, though unseen, from yon bright land above;
Waiting to waft us from this shore of sadness,
To that love-lighted home,—to God's own Land of Love.
Would'st thou be there, O lonesome heart and weary,
Bereft of all but hope to meet earth's hopes in heaven;
Little hands are stretching forth in thy dreams to guide thee—-
God's gifts but tasted, and from this cold world riven.
Bereft of all but hope to meet earth's hopes in heaven;
Little hands are stretching forth in thy dreams to guide thee—-
God's gifts but tasted, and from this cold world riven.
Would'st thou be there, O fainting one, with travel;
Eyes now bedimmed with age, with tottering steps and slow;
No rest is here, and life is but a vapour,
Green pastures wait for thee beyond the reach of woe.
Eyes now bedimmed with age, with tottering steps and slow;
No rest is here, and life is but a vapour,
Green pastures wait for thee beyond the reach of woe.
Wearied and faint with grief and sorrow laden,
Life's day will soon be o'er and nightless day will shine;
Earth's joys do fade—beyond is Life eternal,
Strive, wearied one, and trust that Life is thine.
Life's day will soon be o'er and nightless day will shine;
Earth's joys do fade—beyond is Life eternal,
Strive, wearied one, and trust that Life is thine.
Waves.
The Psalmist cried,
With the strong voice of the soul's agony,
"Thy waves and billows have gone over me!"
Rule Thou the raging of the angry sea:
Stay Thou the tide.
With the strong voice of the soul's agony,
"Thy waves and billows have gone over me!"
Rule Thou the raging of the angry sea:
Stay Thou the tide.
Ah, this deep flood!
"Thou hast afflicted me with all Thy waves
O'er my sad spirit how the tempest raves!
But is not Thine the only hand that saves?—
Lord, Thou art good!
"Thou hast afflicted me with all Thy waves
O'er my sad spirit how the tempest raves!
But is not Thine the only hand that saves?—
Lord, Thou art good!
Hast Thou not said—
"When through the deepest waters thou must go,
The swelling waters shall not overflow?"
And every sinking struggle Thou dost know
Where I am led.
"When through the deepest waters thou must go,
The swelling waters shall not overflow?"
And every sinking struggle Thou dost know
Where I am led.
And yet O King!
I know Thou'rt mightier than the waters' roar:
"Thy loving-kindness" help me to adore;
And "Thy song in the night," for evermore
Help me to sing.
I know Thou'rt mightier than the waters' roar:
"Thy loving-kindness" help me to adore;
And "Thy song in the night," for evermore
Help me to sing.