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L. M. Soldau-St. Ambrose Burleigh. 1 The billows swell, the winds are high,

Clouds overcast my wintry sky;
Out of the depths to thee I call,

My fears are great, my strength is small. 2 O Lord, the pilot's part perform, And guide and guard me through the

Defend me from each threatening ill,
Control the waves, -say,

“Peace, be still!” 3 Amidst the roaring of the sea,

My soul still hangs her hopes on thee;
Thy constant love, thy faithful care,

Is all that saves me from despair. 4 Dangers of every shape and name

Attend the followers of the Lamb,
Who leave the world's deceitful shore,

And leave it to return no more. 5 Though tempest-tossed, and half a wreck,

My Saviour through the floods I seek;
Let neither winds nor stormy main
Force back my shattered bark again.

4 In darkest scenes, when sorrows rose

And pressed on every side,
The Lord has still sustained my steps,

And still has been my guide.
5 Here will I rest, and build my hopes ;

Nor murmur at his rod;
He's more than all the world to me:

My Health, my Life, my God!

C.M. Coleshill-Martyrdom-Abbey Tune. 1 It is the Lord-enthroned in light,

Whose claims are all divine,
Who has an undisputed right

To govern me and mine.
2 It is the Lord-should I distrust,

Or contradict his will,
Who cannot do but what is just,

And must be righteous still ?
3 It is the Lord—who gives me all,

My wealth, my friends, my ease;
And of his bounties may recall

Whatever part he please.
4 It is the Lord—who can sustain

Beneath the heaviest load,
From whom assistance I obtain

To tread the thorny road.



1 Your harps, ye trembling saints,

Down from the willows take:
Loud, to the praise of love divine,

Bid every string awake. 2 Though in a foreign land,

We are not far from home,
And nearer to our house above,

We every moment come. 3 His grace will to the end,

Stronger and brighter shine;
Nor present things, nor things to come,

Shall quench the spark divine. 4 Fastened within the vail,

Hope be your anchor strong;
His loving Spirit the sweet gale,

That wafts you smooth along. 5 Or, should the surges rise,

And peace delay to come;
Blest is the sorrow, kind the storm,

That drives us nearer home. 6 The people of his choice,

He will not cast away;
Yet do not always here expect

On Tabor's mount to stay.

It doth no discontent in me,

Nor one hard thought awaken;
A grudging and repining heart.
Would only aggravate the smart,

And draw down thy displeasure ;
For what I give thee, give thou me
A larger share, my God, in thee,

And in thy heavenly treasure.
3 Thou tookest it; I know thou hast

Safe lodged with thee my treasure;
And therefore, though my tears flow fast,

I give it thee with pleasure.
'Tis better there than here to be,
And should I one day come to thee,

It will not then repent me,
That unto thee I gave the best
And dearest treasure I possessed;

Ah! no, it will content me. 4 I only ask for faith, while still

On this poor earth I linger,
To take alike the good and ill,

And see in all thy finger;
To bless thy name for all thou dost,
And put in thee my steadfast trust,

Whatever may befall me;
To cast on thee my daily care,
And every trial meekly bear,

To which thy will may call me.

5 Oh, let me, thou eternal God,

With this strong faith embrace thee, Nor wish for any other good,

As long as I possess thee.
Through all the changes of my life,
In weal and woe, in peace and strife,

In wealth and tribulation,
Thou shalt be all in all to me,
Till I awake, made like to thee,

In heavenly transformation.

240. BEREAVEMENT. 6.6. 8. 6. 8. 8.

Lexden (slurring notes 2, 3, and 4, 5.) Grantham, No. 566, “Comprehensive Tune Book." 1 Friend after friend departs :

Who hath not lost a friend?
There is no union here of hearts,

That finds not here an end :
Were this frail world our final rest,

Living or dying, none were blest. 2 Beyond the flight of time,

Beyond this vale of death,
There surely is some blessed clime,

Where life is not a breath;
Nor life's affections transient fire,
Whose sparks fly upward and expire.

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