Trust G.o.d, and thou shalt sing His praise again, and find him still Thy health's eternal spring.

Henry F. Lyte, 1834.

350 Hide Thou Me. P.M.

_Safe in Christ._

In thy cleft, O Rock of Ages, Hide thou me; When the fitful tempest rages, Hide thou me; Where no mortal arm can sever From my heart thy love forever, Hide me, O thou Rock of Ages, Safe in thee.

2 From, the snare of sinful pleasure Hide thou me; Thou, my soul's eternal treasure, Hide thou me; When the world its power is wielding, And my heart is almost yielding, Hide me, O thou Rock of Ages, Safe in thee.

3 In the lonely night of sorrow, Hide thou me; Till in glory dawns the morrow, Hide thou me; In the sight of Jordan's billow, Let thy bosom be my pillow, Hide me, O thou Rock of Ages, Safe in thee.

Fannie J. Crosby.

351 As Pants the Hart. C.M.

_G.o.dly Sincerity.--Eph. 5:8._ (724)

Walk in the light! so shalt thou know That fellowship of love, His Spirit only can bestow, Who reigns in light above.

2 Walk in the light! and thou shalt find Thy heart made truly his, Who dwells in cloudless light enshrined, In whom no darkness is.

3 Walk in the light! and ev'n the tomb No fearful shade shall wear; Glory shall chase away its gloom, For Christ hath conquered there.

4 Walk in the light! and thou shalt see Thy path, though th.o.r.n.y, bright, For G.o.d by grace shall dwell in thee, And G.o.d himself is light.

Bernard Barton.

352 The Child of a King.

_Adoption._

My Father is rich in houses and lands.

He holdeth the wealth of the world in his hands!

Of rubies and diamonds, of silver and gold, His coffers are full, he has riches untold.

Cho.--I'm the child of a King, The child of a King, With Jesus, my Savior, I'm the child of a King.

2 My Father's own Son, the Savior so fair, Once wandered on earth human sorrow to share: But now he is reigning forever on high, He'll give us a home in the sweet by and by.

3 I once was an outcast stranger on earth, A sinner by choice and an "alien" by birth!

But I've been "adopted," my name's written down: An heir to a mansion, a robe, and a crown.

4 A tent or a cottage, why should I care?

They're building a palace for me over there!

Tho' exiled from home, yet my glad heart can sing: All glory to G.o.d, I'm the child of a King.

Hattie E. Buell. Arr.

353 Thou Thinkest, Lord, of Me. 8s & 6s.

_Divine Care._

Amid the trials which I meet, Amid the thorns that pierce my feet, One thought remains supremely sweet, Thou thinkest, Lord, of me!

Cho.--Thou thinkest, Lord, of me, Thou thinkest, Lord, of me, What need I fear when thou art near, And thinkest, Lord, of me.

2 The cares of life come thronging fast Upon my soul their shadow cast; Their gloom reminds my heart at last, Thou thinkest, Lord, of me!

3 Let shadows come, let shadows go, Let life be bright or dark with woe, I am content, for this I know, Thou thinkest, Lord, of me!

E.S. Lorenz

354 Thou Thinkest, Lord, of Me. 8s & 6s.

_Plead for Me._ (633)

O thou, the contrite sinner's Friend, Who loving, lov'st them to the end, On this alone my hopes depend That thou wilt plead for me.

Cho.--O Savior, plead for me, O Savior, plead for me, On this alone my hopes depend That thou wilt plead for me.

2 When weary in the Christian race, Far off appears my resting place, And, fainting, I mistrust thy grace, Then, Savior, plead for me.

3 When I have erred and gone astray, Afar from thine and wisdom's way, And see no glimmering, guiding ray, Still, Savior, plead for me.

4 When Satan, by my sins made bold, Strives from thy cross to loose my hold, Then with thy pitying arms enfold, And plead, oh, plead for me!

5 And when my dying hour draws near, Darkened with anguish, guilt and fear, Then to my fainting sight appear, Pleading in heaven for me.

Charlotte Elliott.

355 Hamburg. L.M.

_Heb. 12:6._ (852)

I cannot always trace the way Where thou, Almighty One, dost move; But I can always, always say, That G.o.d is love, that G.o.d is love.

2 When fear her chilling mantle flings O'er earth, my soul to heaven above, As to her native home, upsprings, For G.o.d is love, for G.o.d is love.

3 When mystery clouds my darkened path, I'll check my dread, my doubts reprove; In this my soul sweet comfort hath, That G.o.d is love, that G.o.d is love.

4. Yes, G.o.d is love;--a thought like this Can every gloomy thought remove, And turn all tears, all woes, to bliss, For G.o.d is love, for G.o.d is love.