4 And if you meet with troubles And trials on the way, Then cast your care on Jesus, And don’t forget to pray. Gird on the heavenly armor Of faith, and hope, and love, And when your warfare’s ended, You’ll reign with him above.
5 O! do not be discouraged, For Jesus is your Friend, And if you long for knowledge, On him you may depend; Neither will he upbraid you, Though often you request; He’ll give you grace to conquer, And take you home to rest.
831 7s & 6s. How long, O Lord.
How long, O Lord, our Saviour, Wilt thou remain away? Our hearts are growing weary Of thy so long delay; O when shall come the moment, When brighter far than morn, The sunshine of thy glory, Shall on thy people dawn.
2 How long, O gracious Master, Wilt thou thy household leave? So long hast thou now tarried, Few thy return believe. Immersed in sloth and folly, Thy servants, Lord, we see, And few of us stand ready With joy to welcome thee.
3 How long, O heavenly Bridegroom, How long wilt thou delay? And yet how few are grieving That thou dost absent stay: Thy very bride, her portion And calling hath forgot, And seeks for ease and glory Where thou, her Lord, art not.
4 O wake thy slumbering virgins, Send forth the solemn cry— Let all thy saints repeat it— The Bridegroom draweth nigh; May all our lamps be burning, Our loins well girded be, Each longing heart preparing With joy thy face to see.
832 7s & 6s. Aspiration.
Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings; Thy better portion trace; Rise, from transitory things, Toward heaven, thy native place. Sun, and moon, and stars decay; Time shall soon this earth remove; Rise, my soul, and haste away To seats prepared above!
2 Rivers to the ocean run, Nor stay in all their course; Fire ascending seeks the sun; Both speed them to their source: So a soul that’s born of God Pants to view his glorious face, Upward tends to his abode, To rest in his embrace.
3 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn; Press onward to the prize; Soon your Saviour will return Triumphant in the skies: Yet a season, and you know Happy entrance will be given, All your sorrows left below, And earth exchanged for heaven.
833 6s. Arise and depart, for this is not your rest. Mich. 2:10.
Go up, go up, my heart, Dwell with thy God above; For here thou canst not rest, Nor here give out thy love.
2 Go up, go up, my heart, Be not a trifler here; Ascend above these clouds, Dwell in a higher sphere.
3 Let not thy love flow out To things so soiled and dim; Go up to heaven and God, Take up thy love to him.
4 Waste not thy precious stores On creature-love below; To God that wealth belongs, On him that wealth bestow.
5 Go up, reluctant heart, Take up thy rest above; Arise, earth-clinging thoughts; Ascend, my lingering love!
834 6s. My spirit longs for thee.
My spirit longs for thee Within my troubled breast, Through I unworthy be Of so divine a Guest.
2 Of so divine a Guest Unworthy though I be, Yet has my heart no rest Unless it come from thee.
3 Unless it come from thee, In vain I look around; In all that I can see, No rest is to be found.
4 No rest is to be found, But in thy blesséd love: O let my wish be crowned, And send it from above!
835 6s & 5s. I have longed for thy salvation. Psalm 119:174.
Purer yet and purer I would be in mind, Dearer yet and dearer Every duty find:
2 Hoping still, and trusting God without a fear Patiently believing He will make all clear:
3 Calmer yet and calmer Trial bear and pain, Surer yet and surer Peace at last to gain.
4 Suffering still and doing, To his will resigned, And to God subduing Heart, and will, and mind:
5 Higher yet and higher, Out of clouds and night, Nearer yet and nearer Rising to the light—
6 Oft these earnest longings Swell within my breast, Yet their inner meaning Ne’er can be expressed.
836 11s. I would not live alway. Job. 7:16.
I would not live alway: I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o’er the way; The few cloudy mornings that dawn on us here Are enough for life’s woes, full enough for its cheer.
2 I would not live alway: no, welcome the tomb; Since Jesus has lain there, I dread not its gloom; There sweet be my rest, till he bid me arise To hail him in triumph descending the skies.
3 Who, who would live alway, away from his God, Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode, Where the rivers of pleasure flow o’er the bright plains, And the noontide of glory eternally reigns;
4 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet, Their Saviour and brethren transported to greet, While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul!