2. With feeble light and half obscure, Poor mortals Thine arrangements view, Not knowing that the least are sure And the mysterious just and true. 3. Thy flock, Thine own peculiar care, Though now they seem to roam uneyed, Are led or driven only where They best and safest may abide. 4. They neither know nor trace the way; But whilst they trust Thy guardian eye, Their feet shall ne’er to ruin stray, Nor shall the weakest fail or die. 5. My favored soul shall meekly learn To lay her reason at Thy throne; Too weak Thy secrets to discern, I’ll trust Thee for my guide alone. Ambrose Serle, 1786. 515 L. M. When in the hour of utmost need We know not where to look for aid; When days and nights of anxious thought Nor help nor counsel yet have brought, 2. Then this our comfort is alone, That we may meet before Thy throne And cry, O faithful God, to Thee For rescue from our misery; 3. To Thee may raise our hearts and eyes, Repenting sore with bitter sighs, And seek Thy pardon for our sin And respite from our griefs within. 4. For Thou hast promised graciously To hear all those who cry to Thee, Through Him whose name alone is great, Our Savior and our Advocate. 5. And thus we come, O God, to-day And all our woes before Thee lay; For tried, afflicted, lo! we stand, Perils and foes on every hand. 6. Ah! hide not for our sins Thy face, Absolve us through Thy boundless grace, Be with us in our anguish still, Free us at last from every ill, 7. That so with all our hearts we may Once more our glad thanksgivings pay And walk obedient to Thy Word And now and ever praise Thee, Lord. Paul Eber, 1547; C. Winkworth, tr. 516 7s Seems it in my anguish lone As if God forsook His own, Yet I hold the knowledge fast God will surely help at last. 2. Though awhile it be delayed, He denieth not His aid; Though it come not oft with speed, It will surely come at need. 3. As a father not too soon Grants his child the longed-for boon, So our God gives when He will; Wait His pleasure and be still. 4. I can rest in thoughts of Him When all courage else grows dim, For I know my soul shall prove His is more than father’s love. 5. Would the powers of ill affright, I can smile at all their might; Or the cross be pressing sore, God, my God, lives evermore. 6. Man may hate me causelessly, Man may plot to ruin me, Foes my heart may pierce and rend; God in heaven is still my Friend.