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While toil and warfare urge us on our way

Author: A. L. Waring Hymnal: WHM #26 (1873) Meter: 10.10.10.10 Scripture: Genesis 13:7 Lyrics: While toil and warfare urge us on our way, And heart is answering heart in signs of pain, Have we no words of strengthening joy to say — No songs for those who suffer but to reign? O for the faithful mind, the steadfast eye, To keep our Leader's glory full in sight, And make our converse, even while we die, An interchange of triumph and delight. Behold, the paths of life are ours — we see Our blest inheritance where'er we tread; Sorrow and danger our security, And disappointment lifting up our head. Kings unto God, we may not doubt our power, We may not languish when He says, “Be strong” — We must move on through every adverse hour, And take possession as we pass along. Yes, all is for us — nothing shall withstand Our faithful, valiant, persevering claim; — The rod of God's Anointed in our hand, And our assurance His unchanging name. We need no haste where He, has said “Be still” — No peace where He has charged us to contend; Only the fearless love to do His will, And to show forth His honor to the end. O ye that faint and die, arise and live! Sing, ye that all things have a charge to bless! If He is faithful who hath sworn to give, Then be ye also faithful, and possess. Take thy whole portion with thy Master's mind — Toil, hindrance, hardness, with His virtue take — And think how short a time thy heart may find To labor or to suffer for His sake. Count all the pains that speed thee to thy rest Among the riches of thy purchased right, Yea, bind them in His name upon thy breast, As jewels for the Bride, the Lamb's delight. And love shall teach us while on Him we lean, That, in the certainty of coming bliss, We may be yearning for a world unseen, Yet wear our beautiful array in this. Ours be a loyal love for service tried, To show, by deeds and words and looks that cheer, How He can bless the scene in which He died, And fill His house with glory even here. Languages: English

Beam on us brightly, blessed day

Author: A. L. Waring Hymnal: WHM #6 (1873) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Exodus 20:11 Lyrics: Beam on us brightly, blessed day, Dawn softly for our Savior's sake; And waft thy sweetness o'er our way, To draw us heavenward when we wake. O holy life that shall not end, Light that will never cease to be — May every Sabbath–day we spend, Add to our happiness in Thee. Languages: English

Source of my life's refreshing springs

Author: A. L. Waring Hymnal: WHM #2 (1873) Meter: Irregular Scripture: Psalm 16:5 Lyrics: Source of my life's refreshing springs, Whose presence in my heart sustains me, Thy love appoints me pleasant things, Thy mercy orders all that pains me. If loving hearts were never lonely, If all they wish might always be, Accepting what they look for only, They might be glad, but not in Thee. Well may Thy own beloved, who see In all their lot their Father's pleasure, Bear loss of all they love, save Thee, Their living, everlasting treasure. Well may Thy happy children cease From restless wishes prone to sin, And, in Thy own exceeding peace, Yield to Thy daily discipline. We need as mnch the cross we bear, As air we breathe, — as light we see; It draws us to Thy side in prayer, It binds us to our strength in Thee. Languages: English

Though some good things of lower worth

Author: A. L. Waring Hymnal: WHM #8 (1873) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 16:5 Lyrics: Though some good things of lower worth My heart is called on to resign, Of all the gifts in heaven and earth, The greatest and the best is mine The love of God in Christ made known — The love that is enough alone, My Father's love is all my own. My soul's Restorer, let me learn In that deep love to live and rest — Let me the precious thing discern Of which I am indeed possessed. My treasure let me feel and see, And let my moments, as they flee, Unfold my endless life in Thee. Let me not dwell so much within My bounded heart, with anxious heed — Where all my searches meet with sin, And nothing satisfies my need — It shuts me from the sound and sight Of that pure world of life and light, Which has no breadth, or length, or height. Let me Thy power, Thy beauty see; So shall the hopeless labor cease, And my free heart shall follow thee Through paths of everlasting peace. My strength Thy gift, — my life Thy care, — I shall forget to seek elsewhere The wealth to which my soul is heir. I was not called to walk alone, To clothe myself with love and light; And for Thy glory, not my own, My soul is precious in Thy sight. My evil heart can never be A home, a heritage for me — But Thou canst make it fit for Thee. Languages: English

In Heavenly Love abiding

Author: A. L.Waring Hymnal: WHM #9 (1873) Meter: 7.6.7.6 Scripture: Psalm 23:4 Lyrics: In Heavenly Love abiding, No change my heart shall fear, And safe is such confiding, For nothing changes here. The storm may roar without me, My heart may low be laid, Bnt God is round about me, And can I be dismayed? Wherever He may guide me, No want shall turn me back; My Shepherd is beside me, And nothing can I lack. His wisdom ever waketh, His sight is never dim, — He knows the way He taketh, And I will walk with Him. Green pastures are before me, Which yet I have not seen; Bright skies will soon be o'er me, Where the dark clouds have been. My hope I cannot measure, My path to life is free, My Savior has my treasure, And He will walk with me. Languages: English

Strength of the still secluded thought

Author: A. L. Waring Hymnal: WHM #17 (1873) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 30:11-12 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. Languages: English

Father, I know that all my life

Author: A. L. Waring Hymnal: WHM #1 (1873) Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 31:15 Lyrics: Father, I know that all my life Is portioned out for me, And the changes that are sure to come, I do not fear to see; But I ask Thee for a present mind Intent on pleasing Thee. I ask Thee for a thoughtful love, Through constant watching wise, To meet the glad with joyful smiles, And to wipe the weeping eyes; And a heart at leisure from itself, To soothe and sympathize. I would not have the restless will That hurries to and fro, Seeking for some great thing to do, Or secret thing to know; I would be treated as a child, And guided where I go. Wherever in the world I am, In whatsoe'er estate, I have a fellowship with hearts To keep and cultivate; And a work of lowly love to do For the Lord on whom I wait. So I ask Thee for the daily strength, To none that ask denied, And a mind to blend with outward life While keeping at Thy side; Content to fill a little space, If Thou be glorified. And if some things I do not ask, In my cup of blessing be, I would have my spirit filled the more With grateful love to Thee — More careful — not to serve Thee much, But to please Thee perfectly. There are briers besetting every path, That call for patient care; There is a cross in every lot, And an earnest need for prayer; But a lowly heart that leans on Thee Is happy anywhere. In a service which Thy will appoints, There are no bonds for me; For my inmost heart is taught “the truth” That makes Thy children “free;” And a life of self–renouncing love, Is a life of liberty. Languages: English

Tender mercies, on my way

Author: A. L.Waring Hymnal: WHM #11 (1873) Meter: 7.7.7.7 Scripture: Psalm 34:1 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. Languages: English

Thanksgiving and the voice of melody

Author: A. L. Waring Hymnal: WHM #16 (1873) Meter: 10.10.10.10 Scripture: Psalm 40:3 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. Languages: English

Be not far from me, O my strength

Author: A. L. Waring Hymnal: WHM #22 (1873) Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 42:7-8 Lyrics: Be not far from me, O my strength, Whom all my times obey; Take from me anything Thou wilt; But go not Thou away, — And let the storm that does Thy work Deal with me as it may. On Thy compassion I repose, In weakness and distress: I will not ask for greater ease, Lest I should love Thee less. O, 'tis a blessed thing for me To need Thy tenderness. While many sympathizing hearts For my deliverance care, Thou, in Thy wiser, stronger love, Art teaching me to bear — By the sweet voice of thankful song, And calm, confiding prayer. Thy love has many a lighted path, No outward eye can trace, And my heart sees Thee in the deep, With darkness on its face, And communes with Thee, mid the storm, As in a secret place. O comforter of God's redeemed, Whom the world does not see, What hand should pluck me from the flood, That casts my soul on Thee? Who would not suffer pain like mine, To be consoled like me? When I am feeble as a child, And flesh and heart give way, Then on Thy everlasting strength, With passive trust I stay, And the rough wind becomes a song, The darkness shines like day. O, blessed are the eyes that see, Though silent anguish show, The love that in their hours of sleep, Unthanked may come and go. And blessed are the ears that hear, Though kept awake by woe. Happy are they that learn, in Thee, Though patient suffering teach, The secret of enduring strength, And praise too deep for speech — Peace that no pressure from without, No strife within can reach. There is no death for me to fear, For Christ, my Lord, hath died; There is no curse in this my pain, For he was crucified. And it is fellowship with Him That keeps me near His side. My heart is fixed, O God, my strength — My heart is strong to bear; I will be joyful in Thy love; And peaceful in Thy care. Deal with me, for my Savior's sake, According to His prayer. No suffering while it lasts is joy, How blest soe'er it be — Yet may the chastened child be glad His Father's face to see And O, it is not hard to bear, What must be borne in Thee. It is not hard to bear by faith, In Thy own bosom laid, The trial of a soul redeemed, For Thy rejoicing made. Well may the heart in patience rest, That none can make afraid. Safe in Thy sanctifying grace, Almighty to restore — Borne onward — sin and death behind, And love and life before — O, let my soul abound in hope, And praise Thee more and more! Deep unto deep may call, but I With peaceful heart will say — Thy loving–kindness hath a charge No waves can take away; And let the storm that speeds me home, Deal with me as it may. Languages: English