The Otterbein Hymnal Part 61

Anon.

356 Ward. L.M.

_Psalm 46._ (849)

G.o.d is the refuge of his saints, When storms of sharp distress invade.

Ere we can offer our complaints, Behold him present with his aid.

2 Let mountains from their seats be hurled Down to the deep, and buried there; Convulsions shake the solid world;-- Our faith shall never yield to fear.

3 There is a stream whose gentle flow Supplies the city of our G.o.d; Life, love, and joy still gliding through, And watering our divine abode:--

4 That sacred stream, thy holy word,-- That all our raging fear controls: Sweet peace thy promises afford, And give new strength to fainting souls.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

357 Sessions. L.M.

_The Offices of Faith._

Faith is a living pow'r from heaven Which grasps the promise G.o.d has given; Securely fixed on Christ alone, A trust that cannot be o'erthrown.

2 Faith finds in Christ whate'er we need To save and strengthen, guide and feed; Strong in his grace, it joys to share His cross, in hope his crown to wear.

3 Faith to the conscience whispers peace, And bids the mourner's sighing cease; By faith the children's right we claim, And call upon our Father's name.

4 Such faith in us, O G.o.d, implant, And to our prayers thy favor grant; In Jesus Christ, thy saving Son, Who is our fount of health alone.

Anon., 1531.

358 Elliott. 8s & 4s.

_Submission to Divine Will._

My G.o.d, my Father, while I stray Far from my home, in life's rough way, Oh, teach me from my heart to say, "Thy will be done!"

2 If thou should'st call me to resign What most I prize--it ne'er was mine-- I only yield thee what was thine-- "Thy will be done!"

3 If but my fainting heart be blest With thy sweet Spirit for its guest, My G.o.d! to thee I leave the rest-- "Thy will be done!"

4 Renew my will from day to day; Blend it with thine, and take away All that now makes it hard to say, "Thy will be done!"

5 Then, when on earth I breathe no more The pray'r, oft mixed with tears before, I'll sing upon a happier sh.o.r.e, "Thy will be done!"

Charlotte Elliott, 1834.

359 Lisbon. S.M.

_The Cross and Crown._ (858)

Oh! what, if we are Christ's, Is earthly shame or loss?

Bright shall the crown of glory be When we have borne the cross.

2 Keen was the trial once, Bitter the cup of woe, When martyred saints, baptized in blood, Christ's sufferings shared below.

3 Bright is their glory now, Boundless their joy above, Where, on the bosom of their G.o.d, They rest in perfect love.

4 Lord! may that grace be ours, Like them, in faith, to bear All that of sorrow, grief, or pain May be our portion here.

Henry W. Baker, 1852.

360 Lisbon. S.M.

_G.o.d Our Shepherd.--Ps. 23._ (859)

The Lord my Shepherd is; I shall be well supplied: Since he is mine, and I am his, What can I want beside?

2 He leads me to the place Where heavenly pasture grows, Where living waters gently pa.s.s, And full salvation flows.

3 If e'er I go astray, He doth my soul reclaim, And guides me, in his own right way, For his most holy name.

4 While he affords his aid, I cannot yield to fear; Tho' I should walk thro' death's dark shade, My Shepherd's with me there.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

361 Lisbon. S.M.

_Psalm 37:3-7._ (745)

Here I can firmly rest; I dare to boast of this, That G.o.d, the highest and the best, My Friend and Father is.

2 Naught have I of my own, Naught in the life I lead; What Christ hath given, that alone I dare in faith to plead.

3 I rest upon the ground Of Jesus and his blood; It is through him that I have found My soul's eternal good.

4 At cost of all I have, At cost of life and limb, I cling to G.o.d who yet shall save; I will not turn from him.

5 His Spirit in me dwells, O'er all my mind he reigns; My care and sadness he dispels, And soothes away my pains.

6 He prospers day by day His work within my heart, Till I have strength and faith to say, Thou, G.o.d, my Father art!

Paul Gerhardt, 1650.