O that my heart was right with Thee O Thou by long experience tried O, Thou great power! in whom I move O ye, who, with the frequent tear Sweet the moments, rich in blessing That day of wrath, that dreadful day That man no guard or weapon needs The bell strikes one. PAGE Thee will I love, my Strength, my Tower We take no note of time Young 205 The billows swell, the winds are high The glories of our mortal state The last loud trumpet's wondrous sound The Lord abounds with tender love The path of sorrow, and that path alone The scene around me disappears The seas are quiet when the winds are o'er Lyte Swaine The wind blows chill across those gloomy waves, Croly There is a secret in the ways of God This shadow on the dial's face Young Montgomery 206 To conquer and to save, the Son of God What a blessed change I find Harvey 167 When gath'ring clouds around I view When I consider how my light is spent When in the hours of lonely woe When Israel, of the Lord beloved When, marshall'd on the nightly plain When musing sorrow weeps the past Watts Cowper. Milton . 87 223 Who would not be a Christian! Who but now Conder. |