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2 Angel of patience! sent to calm
Our feverish brows with cooling balm,
To lay with hope the storms of fear,
And reconcile life’s smile and tear,
The throbs of wounded pride to still,
And make our own our Father’s will!
2 O how slowly have I often
Followed where thy hand would draw!
How thy kindness failed to soften!
How thy chastening failed to awe!
Make me for thy rest more ready,
As thy path is longer trod;
Keep me in thy friendship steady,
Till thou call me home, my God!
5 Soul—then know thy full salvation,
Rise o’er sin, and fear, and care,
Joy to find in every station,
Something still to do or bear;
Think what Spirit dwells within thee,
Think what Father’s smiles are thine;
Think that Jesus died to save thee;
Child of heaven, canst thou repine?
3 Here may the sick and wandering soul,
To truth still blind, to sin a slave,
Find better than Bethesda’s pool,
Or than Siloam’s healing wave;
And may we learn, while here, apart
From the world’s passion and its strife,
That thy true shrine’s a loving heart,
And thy best praise a holy life!
2 Thou canst fit me by thy grace
For the heavenly dwelling-place;
All thy promises are sure,
Ever shall thy love endure;
Then what more could I desire,
How to greater bliss aspire?
All I need, in thee I see,
2 Call to mind that unknown anguish,
In thy days of flesh below;
When thy troubled soul did languish
Under a whole world of woe;
When thou didst our curse inherit,
Groan beneath our guilty load,
Burdened with a wounded spirit,
3 By thy most severe temptation,
In that dark, Satanic hour;
By thy last, mysterious passion,
Screen me from the adverse power;
By thy fainting in the garden,
By thy bloody sweat I pray,
Write upon my heart the pardon,
3 Lord, let thy love,
Fresh from above,
Soft as the south-wind blow!
Call forth its bloom,
Wake its perfume,
And bid its spices flow!
And when thy voice
Makes earth rejoice,
And the hills laugh and sing,
Lord! make this heart
To bear its part,
And join the praise of spring!
Though I walk the downward shade,
Deepening through the vail of death,
Yet I will not be afraid,
But, with my departing breath,
I will glory in my God,
In my Saviour I will trust,
Strengthened by his staff and rod,
2 ’Mid the chorus of the skies,
’Mid the angelic lyres above,
Hark, their songs melodious rise,
Songs of praise to Jesus’ love!
Happy spirits, ye are fled
Where no grief can entrance find;
Lulled to rest the aching head,
2 With the light of resurrection,
When our changéd bodies glow,
And we gain the full perfection
Of the bliss begun below;
When the life that flesh obscureth
In each radiant form shall shine,
And the joy that aye endureth,
3 While we wave the palms of glory
Through the long eternal years,
Shall we e’er forget the story
Of our mortal griefs and fears?
Shall we e’er forget the sadness,
And the clouds that hung so dim,
When our hearts are filled with gladness,
And our tears are dried by him?
3 Slowly the rays of daylight fade;
So fade within our heart
The hopes in earthly love and joy,
That one by one depart;
Slowly the bright stars, one by one,
Within the heavens shine;
Give us, O Lord, fresh hopes in heaven
4 Let peace, O Lord, thy peace, O God,
Upon our souls descend;
From midnight fears and perils, thou
Our trembling hearts defend;
Give us a respite from our toil,
Calm and subdue our woes;
Through the long day we suffer, Lord,
O, give us now repose!
God that madest earth and heaven,
Darkness and light!
Who the day for toil hast given,
For rest the night!
May thine angel guards defend us,
Slumber sweet thy mercy send us,
Holy dreams and hopes attend us,
This livelong night!
3 Thou whose yet bright and joyous eye
May soon be dimmed with tears,
To whom the hours of bitterness
Must come in coming years;
Teach early thy confiding eye
To pierce the cloudy screen,
To look above the storms, where all
Only waiting till the shadows
Are a little longer grown;
Only waiting till the glimmer
Of the day’s last beam is flown;
Till the night of earth is faded
From the heart once full of day;
Till the stars of heaven are breaking
3 Only waiting till the shadows
Are a little longer grown;
Only waiting till the glimmer
Of the day’s last beam is flown;
Then, from out the gathered darkness,
Holy, deathless stars shall rise,
By whose light my soul shall gladly
Come, ye thankful people, come,
Raise the song of Harvest-home!
All is safely gathered in,
Ere the winter-storms begin;
God, our Maker, doth provide
For our wants to be supplied;
Come to God’s own temple, come,
Raise the song of Harvest-home!
4 Then, thou Church triumphant, come,
Raise the song of Harvest-home!
All are safely gathered in,
Free from sorrow, free from sin;
There for ever, purified,
In God’s garner to abide;
Come, ten thousand angels, come,
Raise the glorious Harvest-home!