3 God doth not leave his own! This sorrow in their life he doth permit, Yea, useth it To speed his children on their heavenward way. He guides the winds—Faith, Hope and Love all say God doth not leave his own. 803 8s & 4s. Trust. I know not if or dark or bright Shall be my lot; If that wherein my hopes delight Be best, or not. 2 It may be mine to drag for years Toil’s heavy chain; Or day and night my meat be tears On bed of pain. 3 Dear faces may surround my hearth With smiles and glee; Or I may dwell alone, and mirth Be strange to me. 4 My bark is wafted to the strand By breath divine; And on the helm there rests a hand Other than mine. 5 One who has known in storms to sail I have on board; Above the raving of the gale I hear my Lord. 804 P. M. Nearer. We are too far from thee, our Saviour, Too far from thee, Before our eyes Dark mists arise, And vail the glories from the skies: We are too far from thee. 2 We are too far from thee, our Saviour, Too far from thee. Fierce pains oppress, Dark cares distress, Made darker by our loneliness: We are too far from thee. 3 We are too far from thee, our Saviour, Too far from thee, Dark waters roll Above the soul; Striving to reach the heavenly goal, We are too far from thee. 4 We are too far from thee, our Saviour, Too far from thee, Alone, afraid, Our path is laid In darkness; send thy heavenly aid; We are too far from thee. 5 We are too far from thee, our Saviour, Too far from thee, E’en if thy rod Bring us to God, In meekness be the pathway trod, If it but lead to God. 6 Draw us more close to thee, our Saviour, More close to thee, Let come what will Of good or ill, ’Tis one to us, well knowing still Thou drawest us to thee. 805 P. M. I have given him for a leader. Isaiah 55:4. Jesus! guide our way To eternal day! So shall we, no more delaying, Follow thee, thy voice obeying; Lead us by the hand To our Father’s land! 2 When we danger meet, Steadfast make our feet! Lord, preserve us uncomplaining ’Mid the darkness round us reigning! Through adversity Lies our way to thee. 3 Order all our way Through this mortal day; In our toil with aid be near us; In our need with succor cheer us; When life’s course is o’er, Open thou the door! ASPIRATIONS.