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Be not far from me, O my strength

Author: A. L. Waring Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.6 Appears in 1 hymnal 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. Scripture: Psalm 42:7-8

Bowed with a burden none can weigh save Thee

Author: A. L. Waring Meter: 10.10.10.10 Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: Bowed with a burden none can weigh save Thee, Strength of my life, on Thee I cast my care; My heart must prove its own infirmity, But what shall move me, if my God be there? O for a thankful song with every breath, While amid fading flowers and withering grass, I, with Thee, through the grave and gate of death, On to my joyful resurrection pass. Armed with the spirit of my Master's mind, How shall I spare a thought that He would slay? Lord I would leave those things which are behind, And press towards Heaven through all the narrow way. Bright be my prospect as I pass along; — An ardent service at the cost of all, — Love by untiring ministry made strong, And ready for the first, the softest call. Yes, God is faithful — and my lot is cast; O not myself to serve, my own to be! Light of my life, the darkness now is past, And I beneath the Cross can work for Thee. Scripture: 1 Corinthians 1:6

Sweet be Thy words of sternest truth

Author: A. L. Waring Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.6 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: Sweet be Thy words of sternest truth, My risen Lord to me! Hid in the secret of my heart Their deepest treasure be; That I may comprehend the joy Of sacrifice for Thee. And, softly let the light of life, Before Thy servant shine, That through the gloom with steadfast will, My soul may follow Thine — Calm in the depth of one desire, And strong in one design. But never let me think I see Thy heavenly things aright, Unless the single eye of love Fill my whole mind with light, And to be like Thee in Thy death Seems glorious in my sight. That willing sacrifice of Thine My meditation make, Till to the true delight of life My soul with songs awake, — And all that spoils me of myself Be treasure for Thy sake. The tenderest heart Thy hands have made Beneath Thy rule may rest; For He who made it for Himself Knows what will shield it best, — The feeblest lover of Thy law, Dwells safely in Thy breast. Now through, a strait and painful way My weary feet must press; But what shall hurt the struggling soul Which Thou hast died to bless, Or prompt a spirit to complain That knows its blessedness! Nor seems it strange to one who weighs The joy of liberty, This death of suffering to himself, This life of love to Thee, Which gives the lowly power to reign And makes the servant free. O let no timid faithless thought Prevail my bonds to spare! Lord, I can drink Thy bitter cup, Thy fiery trial share, — I can deny myself for Thee, And for Thy glory care. Only the unction of Thy love, With every cross be mine — Till these Thy words — so firm to gird, So searching to refine — Be sweet unto Thy servant's soul Even as they are to Thine. Scripture: John 12:25

Compassed about with songs, my soul was still

Author: A. L. Waring Meter: 10.10.10.10 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: Compassed about with songs, my soul was still — But not for lack of light its bliss to see; Thy heart, my Father, could the temple fill, And its deep silence was a song to Thee. My mind reposed in its captivity, By the clear evidence of love subdued; I was content to die, that I might be Redeemed forever from my solitude. All that was in me to Thy throne aspired Longed for Thy heavenly glory to be meet, — Devotion was the joy to be desired, And the the thought of sacrifice was sweet. But He who knew my frame was training me For service needing strength that cannot wane, And teaching me my frail mortality By solemn reckonings of the weight of pain. I in my weakness — how was I to reign, When suffering was the only way to power? And would my spirit in His strength remain, When watching was a strife for one short hour? Conid I with steadfast heart myself deny? Could I with patient love the Cross endure? Should I be every day content to die, To keep my daily life in Him secure? Then with fresh sweetness, from the saints in light, One song of victory to my soul made known, How the hid treasure of the Church's might Was in the power of her Beloved alone. And then Thy glory to my heart was shown, Even as the glory of the blest above; — I knew Thy steadfast spirit was my own, By the pure joy of Thy reflected love. And the mind communed with me that was his Who said “When I am weak then am I strong” — Until the voice of my infirmities Made harmony with that triumphant song. Scripture: 2 Timothy 2:11-12

Heavenly things my soul hath seen

Author: A. L. Waring Meter: 7.7.7.7 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: Heavenly things my soul hath seen, Things the Holy Spirit shows, — Things on which the heart can lean When the flesh has no repose. All was light, and life and rest — Love was mine, and I was blest: Every pain I had to bear Proved my Shepherd's tender care; Everything I had to do Taught my heart that He was true: I could choose the way He trod, I could give my will to God. Waters still and pastures green, Pleasant paths my soul hath seen. Is it all a vision gone! Was the gladness all in vain? Oh to travel firmly on! Oh to tread those paths again! Lord, on Thee my help is laid; Thou art true, but I have strayed; — Left Thee with a froward will, Strayed from One who loves me still. Through the tangled waste I see, Seek the sheep that pants for Thee. Show me the forsaken track, Lead Thy wanderer safely back: Let no fear my steps withhold From the flock within Thy fold. Sacred memories do not cease — Still my heart, where'er I go, Sees the river of thy peace Through those pleasant pastures flow, Still, amid the desert drear, Songs of heavenly love I hear. Heavenly love! the sound is sweet, Lo, it stays my wandering feet, — Leads to Thee for all I lack, — Softly bids me welcome back. Thoughts of perfect gifts it brings, Thoughts of deep enduring things, — Thoughts of joy I yet may see Hidden in Thy word for me. O my Savior! never more From my treasure to depart, Now my failing will restore, Fix the purpose of my heart. Let Thy spirit in me be Springing up in love to Thee. Listening, following day by day, Steadfast in my onward way, Girded with Thy faithful mind, Pleasant paths I yet shall find. Fonntains at my feet shall rise, Riches hid shall meet mine eyes. Songs of glory to my God In the desert shall be heard! There is comfort in Thy rod, Power in Thy reproving word. In a spirit all thine own Make Thy hardest sayings known. They will guard me with Thy strength, Bear me all my journey's length; Give me for the daily strife, Joy and health and plenteous life. Hid within for precious fruit, Love shalt take eternal root — Love that in the Spirit lives; Love that grows by all it gives. Neath a rule so firm to bless, I shall learn Thy gentleness. Show it forth in all I do, Making others feel it too. Savior! fast the moments flee — O decide my will today. Bind my heart to follow Thee Ere the song has died away. Never let a fear or pain Turn me to myself again. Though my strength has failed me long, Let Thy promise make me strong — Strong my nature to withstand, — Strong to hold Thy guiding hand. All the joy before me set Teach me never to forget. If indeed with Thee to stay I must choose a narrow way, — If my inmost heart must give All its purpose, thus to live, — Still, my portion Thou must be, Still my spirit cries to Thee. O for all Thy light to shine! O for love to keep me Thine. Scripture: Matthew 16:24

Ere another step I take

Author: A. L. Waring Meter: 7.7.7.7 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: Ere another step I take In my wilful wandering way, Still I have a choice to make — Shall I alter while I may? Patient love is waiting still In my Savior's heart for me; Love to bend my froward will, Love to make me really free. Far from Him, what can I gain? Want and shame, and bondage vile — Better far to bear the pain Of His yoke a little while. Soon I might its comfort find; Soon my thankful heart might cry, “In Thy meek obedient mind, As Thou walkest so would I.” In His paths what could I lack? God's own hand my cup would fill; Hark! my Savior calls me back — Shall I turn with all my will? Still His wisdom I may get — Learn to labor while I pray. Striving till my feet be set Firmly in the narrow way. Scripture: Psalm 77:6

Dear Savior of a dying world

Author: A. L. Waring Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 3 hymnals Lyrics: Dear Savior of a dying world, Where grief and change must be, In the new grave where Thou wast laid My heart lies down with Thee. O, not in cold despair of joy, Or weariness of pain, But from a hope that shall not die, To rise and live again. I would arise in all Thy strength My place on earth to fill, To work out all my time of war With love's unflinchng will. Firm against every doubt of Thee For all my future way — To walk in Heaven's eternal light Throughout the changing day. Ah, such a day as Thou shalt own When suns have ceased to shine A day of burdens borne by Thee, And work that all was Thine. Speed Thy bright rising in my heart, Thy righteous kingdom speed, — Till my whole life in concord say, “The Lord is risen indeed.” O for an impulse from Thy love With every coming breath, To sing that sweet undying song Amid the wrecks of death! A “hail!” to every mortal pang That bids me take my right To glory in the blessed life Which Thou hast brought to light. I long to see the hallowed earth In new creation rise, To find the germs of Eden hid Where its fallen beauty lies, — To feel the spring–tide of a soul By one deep love set free, Made meet to lay aside her dust And be at home with Thee. And then — there shall be yet an end — An end now full to bless! How dear to those who watch for Thee With human tenderness. Then shall the saying come to pass That makes our hope complete, And, rising from the conquered grave, Thy parted ones shall meet. Yes — they shall meet, and face to face By heart to heart be known, Clothed with Thy Likeness, Lord of Life, And perfect in their own. For this corruptible must rise From its corruption free, And this frail mortal must put on Thine immortality. Shine then, Thou Resurrection Light, Upon our sorrows shine! The fulness of Thy joy be ours, As all our griefs were Thine. Now in this changing, dying life Our faded hopes restore, Till, in Thy triumph perfected, We taste of death no more.

Sunlight of the heavenly day

Author: A. L. Waring Meter: 7.7.7.7 Appears in 9 hymnals Lyrics: Sunlight of the heavenly day, Mighty to revive and cheer, Bless our yet untrodden way, Lead us through the entered year. Where the shades of death we see, Let Thy living brightness be — Let it speed our lingering feet — Let it shine on all we meet. While before our chastened gaze Earthly pleasures fade and fail, Thou, the light of all our days — Thou, our steadfast glory, hail! Forward, though the path be hid; Though we pass the lurking foe; Though the sound of war forbid, Girt with gladness, let its go. Bold in Thy protecting care, Strong to prove Thee faithful there Through the desert or the sea, On, to reign in life with Thee. Ah, with more than fearless heart, Homeward be our faces set; Show us in our present part Wealth we have not measured yet. Open Thou beneath our tread Springs the distance could not show; From the holy Fountain–head, Let them rise where'er we go. Rather give us eyes to see — Love awake to love in Thee — Hearts that, trusting in Thy care, Find its traces everywhere. Teach us, as we pass along, In the shining of Thy face, Many a sweet thanksgiving–song, Even in a dreary place. While with firm, unyielding will For the victor's crown we strive, Gracious Savior, keep us still To Thy gentlest signs alive — Where the stormy wind is heard, Quick to every tender word, And for all our journey's length, Armed with meekness more than strength. In the shadow of Thy hand We can brave the uprooting gale, And a little child may stand Where the soldier's heart would fail. Oft a desolating blast Bears the seed of comfort too, And the patient soul at last Finds a garden where it blew; So, where nothing cheers our sight, Germs of love may spring to light, Bright 'mid earth's oppressive shades, Fresh beside the leaf that fades. Let the precious seed abound — Make the tempest strong to bless, Strong to claim our thorny ground For the fruits of holiness. Lord of All! we cannot know What our paths may yet unfold; But the part that love would show — Wise to save us — Thou hast told. By our heart's unmeasured price — By Thy life–long sacrifice — By Thy death to set us free, Lead us on to joy in Thee. On, to greet the perfect day, Blessed End of time and strife, — On, throngh all the shinlng way, Brightness of our human life.

Flow on, Thou Fountain of my joy

Author: A. L. Waring Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: Flow on, Thou Fountain of my joy, Through all the wilderness! Thou seest what will work for good, Thou knowest how to bless. Get Thyself glory, O my God, Be praised in my distress! O, let Thy true, refining love Its utmost pleasure see And lift not up Thy faithful hand Whate'er my cry may be, Till I am strong for Thy renown, And pure for use to Thee. I know Thine eye has weighed the path To Thy lost creature's bliss. No comfort could supply the need Of grief so sore as this; — No joy could wake my heart so well To Thy full preciousness. Thou wast the Source of all that love Which makes me glad no more, — And Thou hast taken to Thyself What was Thine own before. Thine, and mine too, O Good to give, O Faithful to restore. That loving spirit is withdrawn From every shade of sin; And I in sympathy with her A holier life begin. Yes! to her new delight in Thee, I, Lord, can enter in. She with Thee, wheresoe'er Thou art, In fellowship untold! She in Thee, living by my Bread, My hope, my heart's stronghold! O! 'tis a song for days of grief, Whate'er their depths unfold. As one whose mother comforts him, I will lift up my head. No wound of Thine shall take the life From words which Thou hast said, And in the fulness of Thy truth I shall be comforted.

Sweet is the solace of Thy love

Author: A. L. Waring Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.6 Appears in 9 hymnals Lyrics: Sweet is the solace of Thy love, My Heavenly Friend, to me, While through the hidden way of faith I journey home with Thee, Learning by quiet thankfulness As a dear child to be. Though from the shadow of Thy peace My feet would often stray, Thy mercy follows all my steps, And will not turn away; Yea, thou wilt comfort me at last, As none beneath Thee may. Oft in a dark and lonely place, I hush my hastened breath, To hear the comfortable words Thy loving Spirit saith; And feel my safety in Thy hand From every kind of death. O there is nothing in the world To weigh against Thy will; Even the dark times I dread the most Thy covenant filfil; And when the pleasant morning dawns I find Thee with me still. Then in the secret of my soul, Though hosts my peace invade, Though through a waste and weary land My lonely way he made, Thou, even Thou, wilt comfort me — I need not be afraid. Still in the solitary place I would awhile abide, Till with the solace of Thy love My heart is satisfied; And all my hopes of happiness Stay calmly at Thy side. Scripture: Isaiah 2:12