2 Enough that blessings undeserved Have marked my erring track— That wheresoe’er my feet have swerved, His chastening turned me back— 3 That more and more a Providence, Of love is understood, Making the springs of time and sense Sweet with eternal good— 4 That death seems but a covered way Which opens into light, Wherein no blinded child can stray Beyond the Father’s sight— 5 That care and trial seem at last, Through memory’s sunset air, Like mountain ranges overpast, In purple distance fair— 6 That all the jarring notes of life, Seem blending in a psalm, And all the angles of its strife Slow rounding into calm. 7 And so the shadows fall apart And so the west winds play; And all the windows of my heart I open to the day. 905 C. M. I waited patiently for the Lord. Psalm 40:1. We wait in faith, in prayer we wait, Until the happy hour When God shall ope the morning gate, By his almighty power. 2 We wait in faith, and turn our face To where the day-light springs; Till he shall come, earth’s gloom to chase, With healing on his wings. 3 And even now, amid the gray, The east is brightening fast, And kindling to that perfect day Which never shall be past. 4 We wait in faith, we wait in prayer, Till that blest day shall shine, When earth shall fruits of Eden bear, And all, O God, be thine! 5 O guide us till our night is done! Until from shore to shore, Thou, Lord, our everlasting sun, Art shining evermore! 906 C. M. The Lord gave and the Lord, etc. Job. 1:21. It is the Lord—enthroned in light, Whose claims are all divine, Who has an undisputed right To govern me and mine. 2 It is the Lord—who gives me all, My wealth, my friends my ease; And of his bounties may recall Whatever part he please. 3 It is the Lord—my covenant God— Thrice blesséd be his name— Whose gracious promise, sealed with blood, Must ever be the same. 4 Can I, with hopes so firmly built, Be faithless, or repine? No: gracious God! take what thou wilt; To thee I all resign. 907 C. M. Our souls are in the Saviour’s hand. Our souls are in the Saviour’s hand; And he will keep them still, And you and I shall surely stand With him on Zion’s hill. 2 Him eye to eye we there shall see, Our face like his shall shine; O! what a glorious company, When saints and angels join! 3 O! what a joyful meeting there, In robes of white array! Palms in our hands we all shall bear, And crowns that ne’er decay!