374 Come, Ye Disconsolate. 11s. & 10s.

_Consolation Offered._ (868)

Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish; Come to the mercy-seat, fervently kneel; Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal!

2 Joy of the desolate, light of the straying, Hope when all others die, fadeless and pure-- Here speaks the Comforter, in G.o.d's name saying, Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot cure.

3 Here see the bread of life; see waters flowing Forth from the throne of G.o.d, boundless in love; Come to the feast prepared, come, ever knowing Earth has no sorrow but heaven can remove.

Vs. 1, 2, by Thomas Moore, 1816.

Vs. 3 by Thos. Hastings.

375 Follow On! P.M.

_Following Christ._

Down in the valley with my Savior I would go, Where the flowers are blooming and the sweet waters flow; Ev'rywhere he leads me I would follow, follow on, Walking in his footsteps till the crown be won.

Ref.--Follow! follow! I would follow Jesus!

Anywhere, everywhere I would follow on!

Follow! follow! I would follow Jesus!

Ev'rywhere he leads me I will follow on!

2 Down in the valley with my Savior I would go, Where the storms are sweeping and the dark waters flow; With his hand to lead me I will never, never fear, Dangers cannot frighten me if my Lord is near.

3 Down in the valley, or upon the mountain steep, Close beside my Savior would my soul ever keep; He will lead me safely, in the path that he has trod, Up to where they gather on the hills of G.o.d.

W.O. Cushing.

376 Trusting Jesus. 7s.

_Undoubting Trust._

Simply trusting ev'ry day, Trusting thro' a stormy way; Even when my faith is small, Trusting Jesus, that is all.

Cho.--Trusting as the moments fly, Trusting as the days go by; Trusting him whate'er befall, Trusting Jesus, that is all.

2 Brightly doth his Spirit shine Into this poor heart of mine; While he leads I cannot fall, Trusting Jesus, that is all.

3 Singing if my way is clear; Praying if the path is drear; If in danger for him call; Trusting Jesus, that is all.

4 Trusting him while life shall last, Trusting him till earth is past; Till within the jasper wall, Trusting Jesus, that is all.

E.P. St.i.tes.

377 A Shelter in the Time of Storm. L.M.

_Divine Refuge._

The Lord's our Rock, in him we hide, A shelter in the time of storm; Secure whatever ill betide, A shelter in the time of storm.

Cho.--Oh, Jesus is a Rock in a weary land, A weary land, a weary land, Oh, Jesus is a Rock in a weary land, A shelter in the time of storm.

2 A shade by day, defense by night, A shelter in the time of storm; No foes alarm, no fears affright, A shelter in the time of storm.

3 The raging storms may round us beat, A shelter in the time of storm; We'll never leave our safe retreat, A shelter in the time of storm.

4 O Rock divine, O Refuge dear, A shelter in the time of storm; Be thou our helper, ever near, A shelter in the time of storm.

Anon, Arranged.

378 Under His Wings. 8s.

_Psalm 91._

In G.o.d I have found a retreat, Where I can securely abide; No refuge nor rest so complete; And here I intend to reside.

Cho.--Oh, what comfort it brings, As my soul sweetly sings, I am safe from all danger While under his wings.

2 I dread not the terror by night, No arrow can harm me by day; His shadow has covered me quite, My fears he has driven away.

3 The pestilence walking about, When darkness has settled abroad, Can never compel me to doubt The presence and power of G.o.d.

4 The wasting destruction at noon No fearful foreboding can bring; With Jesus my soul doth commune, His perfect salvation I sing.

5 A thousand may fall at my side, And ten thousand at my right hand; Above me his wings are spread wide, Beneath them in safety I stand.

James Nicholson.

379 He Knows It All. 8s & 4s.

_Divine Sympathy._

He knows the bitter, weary way, The endless striving day by day, The souls that weep, the souls that pray-- He knows it all.

Ref.--He knows it all, The bitter, weary way; O souls that weep, O souls that pray, He knows it all.

2 He knows how hard the fight has been, The clouds that come our lives between, The wounds the world has never seen-- He knows it all.

3 He knows, when, faint and worn, we sink, How deep the pain, how near the brink Of dark despair we pause and shrink-- He knows it all.

4 He knows! oh, thought so full of bliss!

For though on earth our joys we miss.

We still can bear it, feeling this-- He knows it all.