3 Let love upon my broken heart Pour out its healing balm; Bid all my trembling fears depart— My troubled spirit calm.
4 And now my hope new courage takes, My faith grows strong and sure; The cloud from off my vision breaks, Again my heart is pure.
5 My soul mounts up on wings of light And soars to climes above— The regions where all things are bright, The home of Peace and Love.
6 There, soon I’ll sing of love divine, With all the ransomed throng, There, Jesus shall be ever mine, His love my endless song.
865 C. M. With all boldness. Phil. 1:20.
I’m not ashamed to own my Lord, Nor to defend his cause, Maintain the honors of his word, The glory of his cross.
2 Jesus, my Lord, I know his name, His name is all my trust; Nor will he put my soul to shame, Nor let my hope be lost.
3 Firm as his throne his promise stands, And he can well secure What I’ve committed to his hands Till the decisive hour.
4 Then will he own my worthless name Before his Father’s face, And in the new Jerusalem Appoint for me a place.
866 C. M. Run with patience. Heb. 12:1.
Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve, And press with vigor on; A heavenly race demands your zeal, And an immortal crown.
2 ’Tis God’s all-animating voice That calls thee from on high: ’Tis his own hand presents the prize To thy aspiring eye.
3 A cloud of witnesses around Holds thee in full survey: Forget the steps already trod, And onward urge the way.
4 Blest Saviour, introduced by thee, Have we our race begun! And crowned with victory at thy feet We’ll lay our honors down.
867 C. M. Mighty through God. 2 Cor. 10:4.
Nay, tell us not of dangers dire That lie in duty’s path; A warrior of the cross can feel No fear of human wrath.
2 Where’er the prince of darkness holds His earthly reign abhorred, Sword of the Spirit, thee we draw, And battle for the Lord.
3 We go! we go, to break the chains That bind the erring mind, And give the freedom that we feel To all of human kind.
4 But, O, we wear no burnished steel, And seek no gory field; Our weapon is the word of God, His promise is our shield.
5 And still serene and fixed in faith, We fear no earthly harm; We know it is our Father’s work, We rest upon his arm.
868 C. M. Return to me, and I will return to you. Mal. 3:7.
How oft, alas! this wretched heart Has wandered from the Lord! How oft my roving thoughts depart— Forgetful of his word!
2 Yet sovereign mercy calls—“Return!” Dear Lord! and may I come? My vile ingratitude I mourn; O! take the wanderer home.
3 And canst thou—wilt thou yet forgive, And bid my crimes remove! And shall a pardoned rebel live To speak thy wondrous love?
4 Almighty grace! thy healing power, How glorious—how divine! That can to life and bliss restore A heart so vile as mine!
5 Thy pardoning love—so free, so sweet, Dear Saviour, I adore; O! keep me at thy sacred feet, And let me rove no more.
869 C. M. D. Help thou mine unbelief. Mark 9:24.
Father, when o’er our trembling hearts Doubt’s shadows gathering brood, When faith in thee almost departs, And gloomiest fears intrude, Forsake us not, O God of grace, But send those fears relief; Grant us again to see thy face; Lord, help our unbelief.
2 When sorrow comes, and joys are flown, And fondest hopes be dead, And blessings, long esteemed our own, Are now for ever fled— When the bright promise of our spring Is but a withering leaf— Lord, to thy truth still let us cling, Help thou our unbelief.
3 And when the powers of nature fail Upon the couch of pain, Nor love, nor friendship can avail The spirit to detain; Then, Father, be our closing eyes Undimmed by tears of grief, And if a trembling doubt arise, Help thou our unbelief.
870 C. M. Watch and pray. Mark 13:33.
The Saviour bids us watch and pray, Through life’s brief, fleeting hour, And gives the Spirit’s quickening ray To those who seek his power.
2 The Saviour bids us watch and pray, Maintain a warrior’s strife; Help, Lord, to hear thy voice to-day; Obedience is our life.
3 The Saviour bids us watch and pray; For soon the hour will come That calls us from the earth away, To our eternal home.
4 O Saviour, we would watch and pray, And hear thy sacred voice, And walk, as thou hast marked the way, To heaven’s eternal joys.
871 C. M. When shall I come and appear before God. Psalm 42:2.
As o’er the past my memory strays, Why heaves the secret sigh? ’Tis that I mourn departed days, Still unprepared to die.
2 The world and worldly things beloved, My anxious thoughts employed; And time, unhallowed, unimproved, Presents a fearful void.