4 Sweet truth, and easy to repeat! But, when my faith is sharply tried, I find myself a learner yet, Unskillful, weak, and apt to slide. 5 But, O my God! one look from thee Subdues the disobedient will, Drives doubt and discontent away; And thy rebellious child is still. 855 L. M. We walk by faith. 2 Cor. 5:7. By faith in Christ I walk with God, With heaven, my journey’s end, in view; Supported by his staff and rod, My road is safe and pleasant too. 2 I travel through a desert wide, Where many round me blindly stray; But he vouchsafes to be my Guide, And keeps me in the narrow way. 3 The wilderness affords no food, But God for my support prepares, Provides me every needful good, And frees my soul from wants and cares. 4 With him sweet converse I maintain; Great as he is, I dare be free; I tell him all my grief and pain, And he reveals his love to me. 5 I pity all that worldlings talk Of pleasures that will quickly end; Be this my choice, O Lord! to walk With thee, my Guide, my Guard, my Friend. 856 L. M. I press toward the mark. Phil. 3:14. Awake, our souls; away, our fears; Let every trembling thought be gone; Awake, and run the heavenly race, And put a cheerful courage on. 2 True, ’tis a straight and thorny road, And mortal spirits tire and faint; But they forget the mighty God, Who feeds the strength of every saint; 3 The mighty God, whose matchless power Is ever new and ever young, And firm endures, while endless years Their everlasting circles run. 4 From thee, the overflowing spring, Our souls shall drink a full supply; While those who trust their native strength, Shall melt away, and droop, and die. 5 Swift as an eagle cuts the air, We’ll mount aloft to thine abode; On wings of love our souls shall fly, Nor tire amid the heavenly road. 857 L. M. Lord, save us; we perish. Matt. 8:25. The billows swell, the winds are high; Clouds overcast my wintry sky; Out of the depths to thee I call; My fears are great, my strength is small. 2 O Lord, the pilot’s part perform, And guide and guard me through the storm; Defend me from each threatening ill: Control the waves; say, “Peace! be still.” 3 Amid the roaring of the sea, My soul still hangs her hope on thee; Thy constant love, thy faithful care, Is all that saves me from despair. 4 Though tempest-tossed and half a wreck, My Saviour through the floods I seek: Let neither winds nor stormy main Force back my shattered bark again.