Hymns and Sacred Lyrics In Three Parts. By Joseph Cottle |
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Hymns and Sacred Lyrics | ||
474. Troublous Times.
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When wars and rumours, fraught with fear,Upon the heart, foreboding, prey;
One thought the Christian still may cheer,
God holds the universal sway!
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Conflicting billows round may reign,Yet these subserve his sovereign will;
He can the fetter'd storm unchain,
Or say to tempests, “Peace! be still!”
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Our Father! in each threatening hour,May we with joy approach thy throne;
Is not thy goodness like thy power,
Where infinite is all thine own?
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Shall man, the fleeting and the vain,With worms his brethren, dust his bed,
Thy ways, with impious pride, arraign,
And trace the path which thou shouldst tread!
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Faith can o'er every foe succeed,And still illume the darkest day:
With God to hear, and Christ to plead,
What should our steadfast souls dismay?
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Teach us, when tumult round prevails,To doubt thy guiding hand no more,
And, where our feeble vision fails,
To see thee, trust thee, and adore!
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