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WATCH AND PRAY.
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Now, as of old,
From the wild waves a child would cry to Thee:
Lord, lull the lashings of grief's stormy sea,
For sorrow's waves are overwhelming me;
The tempest hold!
From the wild waves a child would cry to Thee:
Lord, lull the lashings of grief's stormy sea,
For sorrow's waves are overwhelming me;
The tempest hold!
Now in the night
Of anguish and of weeping, let me hear,
Above death's dismal dirges, in my ear
Thy blessed voice, dispelling every fear
With heavenly light!
Of anguish and of weeping, let me hear,
Above death's dismal dirges, in my ear
Thy blessed voice, dispelling every fear
With heavenly light!
Father! I know,
Though darkness cloud my path in dreary night,
The foaming breakers all are crowned with light;
A shining track beams on above my sight:
Love made it so.
Though darkness cloud my path in dreary night,
The foaming breakers all are crowned with light;
A shining track beams on above my sight:
Love made it so.
Help me endure,
And sink not in the surging waves that roll,
Threat'ning to gulph me in their wild control;
"Hope is a precious anchor to the soul,"
Steadfast and sure!
And sink not in the surging waves that roll,
Threat'ning to gulph me in their wild control;
"Hope is a precious anchor to the soul,"
Steadfast and sure!
Peace, "peace, be still!"
Thou, who once held the waves within Thy palm,
Saviour! speak to my heart that blessed calm;
And teach my soul to chant a cheerful psalm,
Whate'er Thy will!
Thou, who once held the waves within Thy palm,
Saviour! speak to my heart that blessed calm;
And teach my soul to chant a cheerful psalm,
Whate'er Thy will!
Help me to raise,
With humble resignation, such a song:,
Some sinking one may listen, and be strong;
And chastened hearts shall yield to Thee, life-long
Anthems of praise.
With humble resignation, such a song:,
Some sinking one may listen, and be strong;
And chastened hearts shall yield to Thee, life-long
Anthems of praise.
Then, on the shore
Of the broad ocean of Thy love—the land
Where, for my coming, wait the angel band—
Fast to "the Kock of Ages" let Thy hand
Hold me, for evermore!
Of the broad ocean of Thy love—the land
Where, for my coming, wait the angel band—
Fast to "the Kock of Ages" let Thy hand
Hold me, for evermore!
Watch and Pray.
Christian! seek not yet repose,
Cast thy dreams of ease away;
Thou art in the midst of foes,
Therefore watch and pray.
Cast thy dreams of ease away;
Thou art in the midst of foes,
Therefore watch and pray.