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Tender mercies, on my way

Author: A. L.Waring Hymnal: WHM #11 (1873) Meter: 7.7.7.7 Lyrics: Tender mercies, on my way Falling softly like the dew, Sent me freshly every day, I will bless THE LORD for you. Though I have not all I would, Though to greater bliss I go, Every present gift of good To Eternal Love I owe. Source of all that comforts me, Well of joy for which I long, Let the song I sing to Thee Be an everlasting song. Scripture: Psalm 34:1 Languages: English

My Savior whose infinite grace

Author: A. L. Waring Hymnal: WHM #12 (1873) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: My Savior whose infinite grace Most kindly encompasses me, Whose goodness more brightly I trace, The more of my life that I see. — The sins that I mournfully own, Thy meekness and mercy exalt, — And sweet is the voice from Thy throne, That tenderly shows me a fault. Even now, while my praises arise, A sorrowful spirit is mine; A spirit Thou wilt not despise, For O! it is mourning with Thine. My joy is in light from above, The light which Thy kindness displays; My grief is for lack of the love That would tune my whole life to Thy praise. My faithful Redeemer, forgive The sin it has grieved Thee to see, And let me remember to live In the Spirit that glorifies Thee. Though much in Thy child Thou hast borne, Thy counsels still gently repeat, And give me, if still I must mourn, To mourn as a child at thy feet. Scripture: Psalm 86:5 Languages: English

Under Thy wings, my God, I rest

Author: A. L. Waring Hymnal: WHM #13 (1873) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: Under Thy wings, my God, I rest Under Thy shadow safely lie; By Thy own strength in peace possessed, While dreaded evils pass me by. With strong desire I here can stay To see Thy love its work complete; Here I can wait a long delay, Reposing at my Savior's feet. My place of lowly service, too, Beneath Thy sheltering wings I see; For all the work I have to do Is done through strengthening rest in Thee. I would not rise this rest above; I do not mourn my low estate Sure of my riches in Thy love, I feel it good to trust and wait. In faith and patience is repose; In faith and rest my strength shall be; And when thy joy the church o'erflows, I know that it will visit me. Scripture: Psalm 61:4 Languages: English

A living, loving, lasting word

Author: A. L. Waring Hymnal: WHM #14 (1873) Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Lyrics: A living, loving, lasting word, My listening ear believing heard, While bending down in prayer; Like a sweet breeze that none can stay, It passed my soul upon its way, And left a blessing there. Then joyful thoughts that come and go, By paths the holy angels know, Encamped around my soul; As in a dream of blest repose, Mid withered reeds a river rose, And through the desert stole. I lifted up my eyes to see — The wilderness was glad for me, Its thorns were bright with bloom; And onward travellers still in sight, Marked out a path of shining light, And shade unmixed with gloom. O sweet the strains of those before, “The weary knees are weak no more, The faithful heart is strong;” But sweeter, nearer, from above, That word of everlasting love, The promise and the song. Scripture: Isaiah 51:3 Languages: English

My Savior, on the word of truth

Author: A. L. Waring Hymnal: WHM #15 (1873) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: My Savior, on the word of truth In earnest hope I live; I ask for all the precious things Thy boundless love can give. I look for many a lesser light About my path to shine; But chiefly long to walk with Thee, And only trust in Thine. In holy expectation held, Thy strength my heart shall stay, For Thy right hand will never let My trust be cast away. Yea, Thou hast kept me near Thy feet, In many a deadly strife, By the stronghold of hope in Thee, The hope of endless life. Thou knowest that I am not blest As Thou wouldst have me be, Till all the peace and joy of faith Possess my soul in Thee And still I seek 'mid many fears, With yearnings unexpressed, The comforts of Thy strengthening love, Thy soothing, settling rest. It is not as Thou wilt with me, Till, humbled in the dust; I know no place in all my heart Wherein to put my trust. Until I find, O Lord, in Thee, The Lowly and the Meek, That fulness which Thy own redeemed Go nowhere else to seek. Then, O my Savior, on my soul, Cast down, but not dismayed, Still be Thy chastening, healing hand In tender, mercy laid. And while I wait for all Thy joys, My yearning heart to fill, Teach me to walk and work with Thee, And at Thy feet sit still. Scripture: Psalm 130:5 Languages: English

Thanksgiving and the voice of melody

Author: A. L. Waring Hymnal: WHM #16 (1873) Meter: 10.10.10.10 Lyrics: Thanksgiving and the voice of melody, This new year's morning, call me from my sleep; A new, sweet song is in my heart for Thee, Thou faithful, tender Shepherd of the sheep; Thou knowest where to find, and how to keep The feeble feet that tremble where they stray, — O'er the dark mountains — through the whelming deep — Thy everlasting mercy makes its way. The past is not so dark as once it seemed, For there Thy footprints, now distinct, I see; And seed in weakness sown, from death redeemed, Is springing up, and bearing fruit in Thee. Not all that hath been, Lord, henceforth shall be; A low, sweet, cheering strain is in mine ear, Thanksgiving, and the voice of melody, Are leading in, from Heaven, a blest new year. With voice subdued, my listening spirit sings, As backward on the trodden path I gaze, While ministering angels fold their wings, To fill with lowly thoughts my song of praise. The shadow of the past on future days, Will make them clear to my instructed sight; For the heart's knowledge of Thy sacred ways, Even in its deepest, darkest shades, is light. I am not stronger — yet I do not fear The present pain, the conflict yet to be; Experience is a kind voice in mine ear, And all my failures bid me lean on Thee. No future suffering can seem strange to me, While in the hidden part I feel and know The wisdom of a child at rest and free In the tried love, whose judgment keeps him low. Thanksgiving and the voice of melody! O, to my tranquil heart how sweet the strain! Father of mercies, it arose in Thee, And to Thy bosom it returns again. There let my grateful song, my soul, remain, Calm in the risen Savior's tender care; And welcome any trial, any pain, That serves to keep thy faithful children there. Thoughts of Thy love — and O, how great the sum! Enduring grief, obtaining bliss for me; The world, life, death, things present, things to come, All swell a new year's opening melody. Past, present, future, all things worship Thee; And I, through all, with trembling joy behold, While mountains fall, and treacherous visions flee, Thy wandering sheep returning to the fold. Scripture: Psalm 40:3 Languages: English

Strength of the still secluded thought

Author: A. L. Waring Hymnal: WHM #17 (1873) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: Strength of the still secluded thought, That fears, yet longs its joy to show, — The hope, the awe, in mercy taught To make me strong, to keep me low; Now shall my girded heart rejoice, In praise poured out, in love expressed; Now will I bless Thee, with a voice That shall not break this sacred rest. Once, moved by every mortal pain, By every pleasure quickly past, I feared to speak in joyful strain Of hidden life that might not last. Now, from a well that will not fail, In Thee my deep rejoicing springs — Now from Thy rest within the veil, My spirit looks on passing things. Once, with Thy tired ones homeward bent, In hope that rose their fears above, My leaping heart could be content To greet them with a silent love; I too had walked with weary feet, And heard the exulting shout too near — I too had felt the toil and heat, The wind and storm I did not fear. Perhaps the Heavenward look in store, The speechless prayer for strength or rest, Might help those needy spirits more Than hope set forth, or joy expressed. But I was changed, I knew not how, By the same love that chose their ways, — I might be just as weary now, And yet rejoice to hear Thy praise. Now would I cheer the faint in heart With sound of joy they too shall see; Now would I put the fear apart, That bids me hide Thy strength in me. What though the mortal flesh be frail, The willing spirit prone to sink — There is a stream in Baca's vale, Whereof Thy feeblest child may drink. Some, in their sorrow, may not know How near their feet those waters glide — How peaceful fruits for healing grow, And flowers for beauty by their side. They may not see, with weeping eyes Upon the dreary desert bent, How glorious straight before them, lies The Eden of their soul's content. But, O my Savior, I can see For them, what once for me was seen; I know, whate'er their sufferings be, The tender mercy which they mean. I do not watch, with anxious care, To see the end of their distress — Thou knowest what the heart must bear, The human heart which Thou wilt bless. And in their daily deepening need Of heavenly love, for strength or rest, They are already blest indeed — Yea, and much more they shall be blest. Wrapt in the spirit of Thy praise, As from Gerizim's height, I see Blessing poured out on all the ways, That prove Thy children's need of Thee. O wondrous love, so strong to smite — So meek the opposing will to tame! It was Thy hand put forth in might, That led me through the flood, the flame. When, needing strength to bear Thy rod, By the smooth stream I found repose, It was Thy grace, All–seeing God, Thy love that smote me, ere I rose. How could I look for lengthened rest, With Thy deep sufferings scarcely known, Or lay forever on Thy breast, The perfect heart which Thou wilt own? The heart, that guilty of Thy woes, Looks only upon Thee to mourm, And feels the cross Thy love bestows, A burden easy to be borne. And yet that pause was not in vain — It was a blessing meet to give Strength, for the labor and the pain, Whereby alone my soul might live. How gently thence Thy mighty hand My lingering spirit onward bare! How precious, in a barren land, The footprints of Thy people were! There many hearts that knew Thy ways The safety of my soul could see — And there I heard the song of praise, That Faith poured out to Heaven for me. O, more than all the ease I sought, That song the desert path could bless And dearer in my deepest thought, The love that met me in distress. Now that Thy mercies on my head The oil of joy for mourning pour, — Not as I will my steps be led, But as Thou wilt for evermore. Henceforth, whate'er my heart's desire, Fulfil in me Thy own design, I need the fountain and the fire — And both, O King of Saints, are thine. Now that my sense of rest in Thee, Rules over every rising fear, Pain, pleasure, all I feel and see, Thy counsels to my soul endear. Now can my girded heart rejoice, In praise poured out, in love expressed — Now may I bless Thee, with a voice That shall not break this sacred rest. Scripture: Psalm 30:11-12 Languages: English

Jesus, Lord of Heaven above

Author: A. L. Waring Hymnal: WHM #18 (1873) Meter: 7.7.7.7 Lyrics: Jesus, Lord of Heaven above, Earth beneath is all Thy own In the depths of Heavenly love Let my human heart be sown. Let my love that as a grain None on earth might care to see, Buried in Thy grave remain, Be a precious seed to Thee. Thou wilt raise it, though it die, Thou wilt see it hidden there — Thou wilt guard it with Thine eye From the spirits of the air. None shall take it thence away; It is sown for Thy delight: Thou wilt shine on it by day, — Thou wilt shield it in the night. Where the silent waters flow, It shall multiply its root; It shall blossom, it shall grow, It shall bear immortal fruit. Sown in weakness, raised in power — Sown in suffering, raised in peace — It shall brave the blighting hour, In the year of drought increase. Never hurt by sun or storm, Blest its every stage shall be; Dying in its mortal form — Living evermore in Thee. Scripture: 1 Corinthians 15:44 Languages: English

O, this is blessing, this is rest

Author: A. L. Waring Hymnal: WHM #19 (1873) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: O, this is blessing, this is rest — Unto Thine arms, O Lord, I flee: I hide me in Thy faithful breast, And pour out all my soul to Thee. There is a host dissuading me, — But, all their voices far above, I hear Thy words — “O taste and see The comfort of a Savior's love.” And, hushing every adverse sound, Songs of defence my soul surround, As if all saints encamped about One trusting heart pursued by doubt, And O, how solemn, yet how sweet Their one assured, persuasive strain! “The Lord of hosts is thy retreat, The Man who bore thy sin, thy pain. Still in His hand thy times remain — Still of his body thou art part; And He will prove his right to reign O'er all things that concern thy heart.” O tenderness — O truth divine! Lord, I am altogether thine. I have bowed down — I need not flee — Peace, peace is mine in trusting Thee. And now I count supremely kind, The rule that once I thought severe; And, precious to my altered mind, At length, Thy least reproofs appear. Now to the love that casts out fear, Mercy and truth, indeed seem one; Why should I hold my ease so dear? The work of training must be done, I must be taught what I would know — I must be led where I would go — And all the rest ordained for me, Till that which is not seen I see Is to be found in trusting Thee. Scripture: Isaiah 26:3 Languages: English

My heart is resting, O my God

Author: A. L. Waring Hymnal: WHM #20 (1873) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: My heart is resting, O my God, — I will give thanks and sing; My heart is at the secret source Of every precious thing. Now the frail vessel Thou hast made No hand but Thine shall fill — For the waters of the Earth have failed, And I am thirsty still. I thirst for springs of heavenly life, And here all day they rise — I seek the treasure of Thy love, And close at hand it lies. And a new song is in my mouth To long loved music set — Glory to Thee for all the grace I have not tasted yet. Glory to Thee for strength withheld, For want and weakness known — And the fear that sends me to Thy breast For what is most my own. I have a heritage of joy That yet I must not see; But the hand that bled to make it mine Is keeping it for me. There is a certainty of love That sets my heart at rest — A calm assurance for today That to be poor is best — A prayer reposing on His truth Who hath made all things mine, That draws my captive will to Him, And makes it one with Thine. I will give thanks for suffering now, For want and toil and loss — For the death that sin makes hard and slow, Upon my Savior's cross — Thanks for the little spring of love That gives me strength to say, If they will leave me part in Him, Let all things pass away. Sometimes I long for promised bliss, But it will not come too late — And the songs of patient spirits rise From the place wherein I wait; While in the faith that makes no haste My soul has time to see A kneeling host of Thy redeemed, In fellowship with me. There is a multitude around Responsive to my prayer; I hear the voice of my desire Resounding everywhere. But the earnest of eternal joy, In every prayer I trace; I see the glory of the Lord: On every chastened face. How oft, in still communion known, Those spirits have been sent To share the travail of my soul, Or show me what it meant! And I long to do some work of love No spoiling hand could touch, For the poor and suffering of Thy flock Who comfort me so much. But the yearning thought is mingled now With the thankful song I sing; For Thy people know the secret source Of every precious thing. The heart that ministers for Thee In Thy own work will rest; And the subject spirit of a child Can serve Thy children best. Mine be the reverent, listening love, That waits all day on Thee, With the service of a watchful heart Which no one else can see — The faith that, in a hidden way No other eye may know, Finds all its daily work prepared, And loves to have it so. My heart is resting, O my God, My heart is in Thy care — I hear the voice of joy and health Resounding everywhere. “Thou art my portion,” saith my soul, Ten thousand voices say, And the music of their glad Amen, Will never die away. Scripture: Lamentations 3:24 Languages: English