Mrs. M.A.W.  Cook.

368 Consolation. 11s.

Heb. 12:2. (866)

Oh, eyes that are weary, and hearts that are sore! 
Look off unto Jesus, now sorrow no more! 
The light of his countenance shineth so bright,
That here, as in heaven, there need be no night.

2 While looking to Jesus, my heart cannot fear; I tremble no more when I see Jesus near; I know that his presence my safeguard will be, For, “Why are you troubled?” he saith unto me.

3 Still looking to Jesus, O, may I be found, When Jordan’s dark waters encompass me round!  They bear me away in his presence to be; I see him still nearer whom always I see.

4 Then, then shall I know the full beauty and grace Of Jesus, my Lord, when I stand face to face; Shall know how his love went before me each day, And wonder that ever my eyes turned away.

369 Foundation. 11s.

Precious Promises. (867)

How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,
Is laid for your faith in his excellent word: 
What more can he say than to you he has said,
You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled?

2 In every condition—­in sickness, in health, In poverty’s vale, or abounding in wealth, At home and abroad, on the land, on the sea—­ As your days may demand, so your succor shall be.

3 Fear not:  I am with you, O be not dismayed; I, I am your God, and will still give you aid; I’ll strengthen you, help you, and cause you to stand, Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand.

4 When through the deep waters I cause you to go, The rivers of sorrow shall not you o’erflow; For I will be with you, your troubles to bless, And sanctify to you your deepest distress.

5 When through fiery trials your pathway shall lie, My grace, all-sufficient, shall be your supply; The flame shall not hurt you; I only design Your dross to consume, and your gold to refine.

6 E’en down to old age all my people shall prove My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love; And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn, Like lambs they shall still in my bosom be borne.

7 The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose, I will not, I cannot desert to his foes; That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake, I’ll never, no never, no never forsake.

     Geo. Keith, 1787.

370 Safe in the Arms of Jesus.  P.M.

Hid with Christ.

Safe in the arms of Jesus,
  Safe on his gentle breast,
There by his love o’ershaded,
  Sweetly my soul shall rest. 
Hark! ’tis the voice of angels,
  Borne in a song to me,
Over the fields of glory,
  Over the jasper sea.

Cho.—­Safe in the arms of Jesus,
        Safe on his gentle breast,
      There by his love o’ershaded,
        Sweetly my soul shall rest.

2 Safe in the arms of Jesus,
  Safe from corroding care,
Safe from the world’s temptations
  Sin cannot harm me there. 
Free from the blight of sorrow,
  Free from my doubts and fears;
Only a few more trials,
  Only a few more tears!