3 Whate’er my God ordains is right; Though I the cup must drink That bitter seems to my faint heart, I will not fear or shrink; Tears pass away With dawn of day; Sweet comfort yet shall fill my heart, And pain and sorrow all depart.
936 H. M. As Mount Zion, which can not be moved. Psalm 125:1.
Their hearts shall not be moved Who in the Lord confide; But firm as Zion’s hill, They ever shall abide; As mountains shield Jerusalem, The Lord shall be a Shield to them.
2 His blessing on them rests, Like freshening dew from heaven; And succor from his throne In all their need is given; Omnipotence shall guard them well, And peace remain on Israel.
3 One like the Son of God Is walking at their side, When by the fervid flame And fiery furnace tried; And ’tis enough that he is near, To strengthen them in every fear.
937 P. M. Psalm 121.
To heaven I lift mine eye, To heaven, Jehovah’s throne, For there my Saviour sits on high, And thence shall strength and aid supply To all he calls his own.
2 He will not faint nor fail, Nor cause thy feet to stray; For him no weary hours assail, Nor evening darkness spreads her vail O’er his eternal day.
3 Beneath that light divine, Securely shalt thou move; The sun with milder beams shall shine, And eve’s still queen her lamp incline Benignant from above.
4 For he, thy God and Friend, Shall keep thy soul from harm, In each sad scene of doubt attend, And guide thy life, and bless thine end, With his almighty arm.
938 12s & 8s. Lord, to whom shall we go. John 6:68.
When our purest delights are nipt in the blossom, When those we love best are laid low; When grief plants in secret her thorn in the bosom, Deserted—“to whom shall we go?”
2 When, with error bewildered, our path becomes dreary, And tears of despondency flow: When the whole head is sick, and the whole heart is weary, Despairing—“to whom shall we go?”
3 Where the sad, thirsty soul turns away from the springs Of pleasure this world can bestow, And sighs for another, and flatters its wings, Impatient—“to whom shall we go?”
4 O blest be that light which has parted the clouds, And a path to the pilgrim can show; That pierces the vail which the future enshrouds, And tells us to whom we shall go!