3 It tells me of a Father’s smile, Beaming upon his child; It cheers me through this “little while,” Through desert, waste, and wild.
4 It bids my trembling heart rejoice; It dries each rising tear; It tells me in “a still small voice,” To trust and never fear.
5 Jesus! the name I love so well, The name I love to hear! No saint on earth its worth can tell, No heart conceive how dear.
6 This name shall shed its fragrance still Along this thorny road, Shall sweetly smooth the rugged hill That leads me up to God.
417 C. M. The Spirit of God dwelleth within you. 1 Cor. 3:16.
Lord, let thy Spirit penetrate This heart and soul of mine; And my whole being with thy grace Pervade, O Life divine!
2 As this clear air surrounds the earth, Thy grace around me roll; As the fresh light pervades the air, So pierce and fill my soul.
3 As from these clouds drops down in love The precious summer rain, So from thyself pour down the flood That freshens all again.
4 As these fair flowers exhale their scent In gladness at our feet, So from thyself let fragrance breathe, More heavenly and more sweet.
5 Thus life within our lifeless hearts, Shall make its glad abode; And we shall shine in beauteous light Filled with the light of God.
418 S. M. D. I will write my law in their hearts. Heb. 8:10.
Great source of life and light! Thy heavenly grace impart, Thy Holy Spirit grant, and write Thy law upon my heart; My soul would cleave to thee; Let naught my purpose move; O, let my faith more steadfast be, And more intense my love!
2 Long as my trials last, Long as the cross I bear, O, let my soul on thee be cast In confidence and prayer! Conduct me to the shore Of everlasting peace, Where storm and tempest rise no more, Where sin and sorrow cease.
419 S. M. That they may be one in us. John 17:21.
Thy Spirit shall unite Our souls to thee our Head; Shall form us to thine image bright, That we thy paths may tread.
2 Death may our souls divide From these abodes of clay; But love shall keep us near thy side Through all the gloomy way.
3 Since Christ and we are one, Why should we doubt or fear! If he in heaven hath fixed his throne, He’ll fix his members there.
420 7s, 6 lines. In whom we have redemption. Col. 1:14.
Blesséd are the sons of God; They are bought with Jesus’ blood; They are ransomed from the grave Life eternal they shall have; With them numbered may we be, Here, and in eternity.
2 They are justified by grace, They enjoy the Saviour’s peace; All their sins are washed away; They shall stand in God’s great day: With them numbered may we be, Here, and in eternity.
3 They are lights upon the earth— Children of a heavenly birth— One with God, with Jesus one; Glory is in them begun; With them numbered may we be, Here, and in eternity.
421 8s & 7s. God, our salvation.
Call Jehovah thy salvation, Rest beneath th’ Almighty’s shade; In his secret habitation Dwell, and never be dismayed. Guile nor violence can harm thee, In eternal silence there; There no tumult shall alarm thee; Thou shalt dread no hidden snare.
2 Since with pure and firm affection Thou on God hast set thy love, With the wings of his protection He will shield thee from above: Thou shalt call on him in trouble; He will hearken; he will save; Here for grief reward thee double; Crown with life beyond the grave.
422 8s, 6s & 4s. The Holy Spirit the Comforter.
Our blest Redeemer, ere he breathed His tender, last farewell, A Guide, a Comforter, bequeathed With us to dwell.
2 He came in tongues of living flame, To teach, convince, subdue; All powerful as the wind he came, As viewless too.
3 He came, sweet influence to impart, A gracious, willing guest, While he can find one humble heart Wherein to rest.
4 And his that gentle voice we hear, Soft as the breeze of even, That checks each fault, that calms each fear, And speaks of heaven.
423 P. M. The peace of God. Phil. 4:7.
We ask for peace, O Lord! Thy children ask thy peace; Not what the world calls rest, That toil and care should cease, That through bright sunny hours Calm life should fleet away, And tranquil night should fade In smiling day— It is not for such peace that we would pray.
2 We ask for peace, O Lord! Yet not to stand secure, Girt round with iron pride, Contented to endure: Crushing the gentle strings, That human hearts should know, Untouched by others’ joys Or others’ woe; Thou, O dear Lord, wilt never teach us so.