Silent the lyre, and dumb the tuneful tongue, That sung on earth her great Redeemer’s praise; But now in Heaven she joins the angelic song, In more harmonious, more exalted lays."(From cyberhymnal.org)
1. Dear refuge of my weary soul,
On Thee, when sorrows rise On Thee, when waves of trouble roll, My fainting hope relies To Thee I tell each rising grief, For Thou alone canst heal Thy Word can bring a sweet relief, For every pain I feel
2. But oh! When gloomy doubts prevail, I fear to call Thee mine The springs of comfort seem to fail, And all my hopes decline Yet gracious God, where shall I flee? Thou art my only trust And still my soul would cleave to Thee Though prostrate in the dust
3. Hast Thou not bid me seek Thy face, And shall I seek in vain? And can the ear of sovereign grace, Be deaf when I complain? No still the ear of sovereign grace, Attends the mourner's prayer Oh may I ever find access, To breathe my sorrows there
4. Thy mercy seat is open still, Here let my soul retreat With humble hope attend Thy will, And wait beneath Thy feet, Thy mercy seat is open still, Here let my soul retreat With humble hope attend Thy will, And wait beneath Thy feet
Here may the wretched sons of want Exhaustless riches find; Riches above what earth can grant, And lasting as the mind.
Here the fair tree of knowledge grows And yields a free repast; And richer fruits than nature shows Invite the longing taste.
Amidst these gloomy wilds below, When dark and sad we stray, Here beams of Heaven relieve our woe, And guide to endless day.
Here springs of consolation rise To cheer the fainting mind, And thirsty souls receive supplies, And sweet refreshment find.
Here the Redeemer’s welcome voice Spreads heavenly peace around And life and everlasting joys Attend the blissful sound.
Oh, may these hallowed pages be Our joy by day and night, And still new beauties may we see, And still increasing light.
Divine Instructor, gracious Lord, O grant our fervent prayer, Teach us to love Thy sacred Word, And view the Savior there.
The creature of Thy hand, On Thee alone I live; My God, Thy benefits demand More praise than I can give. My God, Thy benefits demand More praise than I can give.
Lord, what can I impart When all is Thine before? Thy love demands a thankful heart; The gift, alas! how poor. Thy love demands a thankful heart; The gift, alas! how poor.
O! let Thy grace inspire My soul with strength divine; Let every word and each desire And all my days be Thine. Let every word and each desire And all my days be Thine.
O be His service all my joy; Around let my example shine Till others love the best employ And join in labors so divine.
Be this the purpose of my soul, My solemn, my determined choice, To yield to His supreme control, And in His kind commands rejoice.
O may I never faint nor tire, Nor wandering leave His sacred ways; Great God, accept my soul’s desire, And give me strength to live Thy praise.
Thy glory o’er creation shines; But in Thy sacred Word, I read in fairer, brighter lines, My bleeding, dying Lord.
’Tis here, whene’er my comforts droop, And sins and sorrows rise, Thy love with cheerful beams of hope, My fainting heart supplies.
Jesus, my Lord, my Life, my Light, O come with blissful ray; Break radiant through the shades of night, And chase my fears away.
Then shall my soul with rapture trace The wonders of Thy love; But the full glories of Thy face Are only known above.
Whither, ah whither shall I go, A wretched wanderer from my Lord? Can this dark world of sin and woe One glimpse of happiness afford?
Eternal life Thy words impart; On these my fainting spirit lives; Here sweeter comforts cheer my heart Than all the round of nature gives.
Let earth’s alluring joys combine, While Thou art near, in vain they call; One smile, one blissful smile of Thine, My dearest Lord, outweighs them all.