Anna Letitia Waring, 1850.

346 Waring. 7s & 6s.  D.

Light After Darkness.

Sometimes a light surprises
  The Christian while he sings: 
It is the Lord who rises
  With healing on his wings;
When comforts are declining,
  He grants the soul again
A season of clear shining,
  To cheer it after rain.

2 In holy contemplation,
  We sweetly then pursue
The theme of God’s salvation,
  And find it ever new: 
Set free from present sorrow,
  We cheerfully can say,
Let the unknown to-morrow
  Bring with it what it may.

     Wm. Cowper.

347 Showers of Blessing.  P.M.

The Promise of Blessing

“There shall be showers of blessing;”
  This is the promise of love;
There shall be seasons refreshing,
  Sent from the Savior above.

Cho.—­Showers, showers of blessing,
        Showers of blessing we need;
      Mercy-drops round us are falling,
        But for the showers we plead.

2 “There shall be showers of blessing;”—­
  Precious reviving again;
Over the hills and the valleys,
  Sound of abundance of rain.

3 “There shall be showers of blessing;”
  Send them upon us, O Lord! 
Grant to us now a refreshing,
  Come, and now honor thy Word.

4 “There shall be showers of blessing;”
  Oh, that to-day they might fall,
Now as to God we’re confessing,
  Now as on Jesus we call!

     D.W.  Whittle.

348 Oh, Sing of His Mighty Love. 11s.

The Mighty Love. (706)

Oh, bliss of the purified! bliss of the free! 
I plunge in the crimson tide opened for me! 
O’er sin and uncleanness exulting I stand,
And point to the print of the nails in his hand.

Cho.—­Oh, sing of his mighty love,
      Sing of his mighty love,
      Sing of his mighty love, mighty to save.

2 Oh, bliss of the purified!  Jesus is mine!  No longer in dread condemnation I pine:  In conscious salvation I sing of his grace, Who lifteth upon me the smiles of his face.

3 Oh, bliss of the purified! bliss of the pure!  No wound hath the soul that his blood cannot cure; No sorrow-bowed head but may sweetly find rest; No tears but may dry them on Jesus’ breast.

4 Oh, Jesus, the crucified! thee will I sing!  My blessed Redeemer! my God and my King; My soul, filled with rapture, shall shout o’er the grave, And triumph in death in the mighty to save.

     Rev. F. Bottome.

349 As Pants the Hart.  C.M.

Desire for Communion. (660)

As pants the hart for cooling streams,
  When heated in the chase,
So pants my soul, O Lord, for thee,
  And thy refreshing grace.

Cho.—­As pants the hart for cooling streams,
        So pants my soul, O Lord, for thee;
      As pants the hart for cooling streams,
        So pants my soul, O Lord, for thee.