4 When some kind promise glads my soul, Do I not find his healing voice The tempest of my fears control, And bid my drooping powers rejoice! 5 Let thy kind Spirit in my heart For ever dwell, O God of love! And light and heavenly peace impart— Sweet earnest of the joys above. 411 L. M. The beatitudes. Blessed are the humble souls that see Their emptiness and poverty; Treasures of grace to them are given, And crowns of joy laid up in heaven. 2 Blessed are the men of broken heart, Who mourn for sin with inward smart; The blood of Christ divinely flows, A healing balm for all their woes. 3 Blessed are the souls who thirst for grace, Hunger and thirst for righteousness; They shall be well supplied, and fed With living streams and living bread. 4 Blessed are the men of peaceful life, Who quench the glowing coals of strife; They shall be called the heirs of bliss, The sons of God, the God of peace. 5 Blessed are the sufferers who partake Of pain and shame for Jesus’ sake; Their souls shall triumph in the Lord: Glory and joy are their reward. 412 L. M. In Christ. God of my life! thy boundless grace, Chose, pardoned, and adopted me; My rest, my home, my dwelling-place; Father! I come, I come to thee. 2 Jesus, my Hope, my Rock, my Shield! Whose precious blood was shed for me, Into thy hands my soul I yield; Saviour! I come, I come to thee. 413 L. M. He is not ashamed to call them brethren. Heb. 2:11. Honor and happiness unite To make the Christian’s name a praise; How fair the scene, how clear the light, That fills the remnant of his days! 2 A kingly character he bears, No change his priestly office knows; Unfading is the crown he wears, His joys can never reach a close. 3 Adorned with glory from on high, Salvation shines upon his face; His robe is of the ethereal dye, His steps are dignity and grace. 4 Inferior honors he disdains, Nor stoops to take applause from earth, The King of kings himself maintains The expenses of his heavenly birth. 5 The noblest creature seen below, Ordained to fill a throne above; God gives him all he can bestow, His kingdom of eternal love! 6 My soul is ravished at the thought! Methinks from earth I see him rise! Angels congratulate his lot, And shout him welcome to the skies! 414 C. M. Peace in the storm. Lord, in whose might the Saviour trod The dark and stormy wave, And trusted in his Father’s arm, Omnipotent to save;—