Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion Part 92

1 Out of the depths of woe, To Thee, O Lord, I cry; Darkness surrounds Thee, but I know That Thou art ever nigh.

2 Like them whose longing eyes Watch till the morning star, Though late and seen through tempests, rise, Heaven's portals to unbar,--

3 Like them I watch and pray; And though it tarry long, Catch the first gleam of welcome day Then burst into a song.

4 Glory to G.o.d above!

The waters soon will cease; For lo, the swift returning dove Brings home the sign of peace.

5 Though storms Thy face obscure, And dangers threaten loud, Thy holy covenant is sure; Thy bow is in the cloud!

548. 7 & 6s. M. Montgomery.

In Time of Tribulation.

1 In time of tribulation, Hear, Lord, our earnest cries; With humble supplication To Thee the spirit flies.

2 Remembered songs of gladness, Through night's lone silence brought, Strike notes of deepest sadness, And stir desponding thought.

3 Hath G.o.d cast off forever?

Can time His truth impair?

His tender mercy never Shall we presume to share?

4 Hath He His loving-kindness Shut up in bitter wrath?

No! it is human blindness, That cannot see His path.

5 We'll call to recollection The years of Thy right hand, And, strong in Thy protection, Again through Faith we stand.

6 Thy way is in great waters, Thy footsteps are not known; But let earth's sons and daughters Confide in Thee alone!

7 Through the wild sea Thou leddest Thy chosen flock of yore; Still on the wave thou treadest, And Thy redeemed pa.s.s o'er.

549. 6 & 5s. M. Montgomery.

I Will Extol Thee, O Lord!

1 Yea, I will extol Thee, Lord of Life and light!

For Thine arm upheld me, Turned my foes to flight.

2 I implored Thy succor, Thou wast swift to save, To heal my wounded spirit, And bring me from the grave.

3 Grief may, like the pilgrim, Through the night sojourn, Yet shall joy, to-morrow, With the sun return.

4 Thou hast turned my mourning Into minstrelsy; Girded me with gladness, Set from thraldom free.

5 Thee my ransomed powers Henceforth shall adore; Thee, my great Deliverer, Bless forevermore!

550. S. M. Breviary.

Morning Hymn.

1 Behold, night's shadows fade, And morn is in the skies!

To Him by whom all things were made Our aspirations rise.

2 To break this deathly trance Help us, our G.o.d, our stay!

Give the freed spirit utterance, Its languors charm away!

3 So sin shall cease to reign, So safety shall be nigh; Rend, spirit blest, the heavy chains Of death, in victory!

551. C. M. Anonymous.

Morning Hymn.

1 Be Thou, O G.o.d, by night, by day, My guard, my guide from sin, My life, my trust, my light divine, To keep me pure within.

2 Pure as the air, when day's first light A cloudless sky illumes, And active as the lark that soars Till heaven s.h.i.+nes round its plumes.

3 So may my soul, upon the wings Of faith, unwearied rise, Till at the gate of heaven it sings, 'Midst light from Paradise.

552. 12 & 11s. M. Anonymous.

Vesper Hymn.

1 The daylight is fading o'er earth and o'er ocean, The sun has gone down o'er the slumbering sea; And now, in the hush of life's fitful commotion, We lift our tired spirits, blest Saviour, to thee.

2 For oft would'st thou wander alone on the mountain, As eventide spread her dark wing o'er the wave; Now, filling our souls from thy light's ceaseless fountain; Be near in the darkness, to bless and to save.

3 And oft as the tumult of life's heaving billow Shall toss our frail bark driving wild o'er night's deep, Let thy guarding wing be stretched over our pillow, And s.h.i.+eld us from evil, though death watch our sleep.