52.—11, 10. The Widow of Nain. WAKE not, O mother, sounds of lamentation! Weep not, O mother, weep not hopelessly! Strong is His arm, the Bringer of Salvation; Strong is the Word of God to succour thee. Bear forth the cold corpse; slowly, slowly bear him, Hide his pale features with the sable pall; Chide not the sad one wildly weeping near him, Widowed and childless, she has lost her all. Why pause the mourners? who forbids our weeping? Who the dark pomp of sorrow has delayed? Set down the bier! he is not dead, but sleeping! Young man, arise!' He spake and was obeyed! Change then, O sad one! grief to exultation; Worship and fall before Messiah's knee; Strong was His arm, the Bringer of Salvation: rong was the Word of God to succour thee! 53.—8.8.6. It is I, be not afraid. OFT when the waves of passion rise, But lo! in our extremity He silences our clamorous fear, Ah Lord! if it be thou indeed, So good, so strong to save ;Speak the kind word of power to me, Bid me believe, and come to thee, Swift-walking on the wave. He bids me come! his voice I know, And boldly on the waters go, And brave the tempest's shock: O'er rude temptations now I bound; The billows yield a solid ground, The wave is firm as rock! Come in, come in, thou Prince of Peace! O if thy spirit still remain, Our rest on distant shores we gain, 54.-7s. He said unto the sea, ' Peace, be still.' LORD! thou didst arise and say Down they sank, the foamy seas; Lord thy gracious word repeat Quell the fierce and changing crowd: 55.-7s. Lord! that I may receive my sight. LORD! we sit and cry to thee, Lord! we do not ask to gaze On our dim and earthly sun; But the light that still shall blaze When every star its course hath run; The glory of thy blest abode, The uncreated light of God. 56.-7s. He hath sent me to heal the broken-hearted. THOU dost come, all-healing Lord, Towards thine own the master yearneth, 43.-L.M. When they saw the star they rejoiced with exceeding great joy. When marshalled on the nightly plain The glittering host bestud the sky, Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks Once on the raging seas I rode, The storm was loud, the night was dark, Deep horror then my vitals froze, It was the Star of Bethlehem. It was my guide, my light, my all, Now safely moored, my perils o'er, For ever, and for evermore, The Star! the Star of Bethlehem! |