3 I will meet distress and pain, I will greet e’en death’s dark reign, I will lay me in the grave, With a heart still glad and brave, Whom the strongest doth defend, Whom the highest counts his friend, Can not perish in the end. 800 P. M. The shining shore. My days are gliding swiftly by, And I a pilgrim stranger, Would not detain them as they fly— Those hours of toil and danger. CHORUS. For O! we stand on Jordan’s strand, Our friends are passing over; And just before, the shining shore We may almost discover. 2 We’ll gird our loins, my brethren dear, Our distant home discerning; Our absent Lord has left us word, Let every lamp be burning. 3 Should coming days be cold and dark, We need not cease our singing; That perfect rest nought can molest, Where golden harps are ringing. 4 Let sorrow’s rudest tempest blow, Each cord on earth to sever; Our King says, “Come,” and there’s our home, For ever, O! for ever. 801 P. M. Still will we trust. Still will we trust, tho’ earth seem dark and dreary, And the heart faint beneath his chastening rod; Though rough and steep our pathway, worn and weary, Still will we trust in God! 2 Our eyes see dimly till by faith anointed, And our blind choosing brings us grief and pain; Through him alone who hath our way appointed, We find our peace again. 3 Choose for us, God! nor let our weak preferring Cheat our poor souls of good thou hast designed; Choose for us, God! thy wisdom is unerring, And we are fools and blind. 4 So from our sky, the night shall furl her shadows, And day pour gladness through his golden gates; Our rough path leads to flower-enameled meadows Where joy our coming waits. 5 Let us press on in patient self-denial, Accept the hardship, shrinking not from loss— Our guerdon lies beyond the hour of trial; Our crown, beyond the Cross. 802 P. M. God doth not leave his own. God doth not leave his own! The night of weeping for a time may last; Then, tears all past, His going forth shall as the morning shine; The sunrise of his favors shall be thine— God doth not leave his own. 2 God doth not leave his own! Though “few and evil” all their days appear, Though grief and fear Come in the train of earth and hell’s dark crowd, The trusting heart says, even in the cloud, God doth not leave his own.