332. C. M. Anonymous. God's Way is on the Deep. 1 Thy way is on the deep, O Lord! E'en there we'll go with Thee; We'll meet the tempest at Thy word, And walk upon the sea. 2 Poor tremblers at His rougher wind, Why do we doubt Him so? Who gives the storms a path will find The way our feet shall go. 3 A moment may His hand seem lost, Drear moment of delay;-- We cry, "Lord, help the tempest-tost!" And safe we're borne away. 4 O happy soul, of faith divine! Thy victory how sure! The love that kindles joy is thine, The patience to endure. 333. H. M. Mrs. Miles. In Affliction. 1 Thou, infinite in love! Guide this bewildered mind, Which, like the trembling dove, No resting-place can find On the wild waters,--God of light, Through the thick darkness lead me right! 2 Bid the fierce conflict cease, And fear and anguish fly; Let there again be peace, As in the days gone by: In Jesus' name I cry to Thee, Remembering Gethsemane. 3 Fain would earth's true and dear Save me in this dark hour; And art not Thou more near? Art Thou not love and power? Vain is the help of man,--but Thou Canst send deliverance even now. 4 Though through the future's shade Pale phantoms I descry, Let me not shrink dismayed, But ever feel Thee nigh; There may be grief, and pain, and care But, O my Father! Thou art there. 334. C. M. Anonymous. Resignation. 1 In trouble and in grief, O God, Thy smile hath cheered my way; And joy hath budded from each thorn That round my footsteps lay. 2 The hours of pain have yielded good Which prosperous days refused; As herbs, though scentless when entire, Spread fragrance when they're bruised. 3 The oak strikes deeper as its boughs By furious blasts are driven; So life's tempestuous storms the more Have fixed my heart in heaven. 4 All gracious Lord! whate'er my lot In other times may be, I'll welcome still the heaviest grief That brings me near to Thee. 335. 7s. M. Sarah F. Adams. Dews and Tears. 1 Gently fall the dews of eve, Raising still the languid flowers; Sweetly flow the tears that grieve O'er a mourner's stricken hours. 2 Blessed dews and tears that yet Lift us nearer unto heaven! Let us still His praise repeat, Who in mercy all hath given. 336. 10s. M. Anonymous. The Strength of the Lonely.