3 So long thy pow'r has blessed me, sure it still Will lead me on; O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till The night is gone; And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile. Cardinal J.H. Newman 382 Joy Cometh in the Morning. P.M. _Joy After Weeping._ Oh, weary pilgrim, lift your head, For joy cometh in the morning; For God, in his own Word, hath said That joy cometh in the morning. Cho.--Joy cometh in the morning, Joy cometh in the morning; Weeping may endure for a night, But joy cometh in the morning. 2 Ye trembling saints, dismiss your fears, For joy cometh in the morning; Oh, weeping mourner, dry your tears, For joy cometh in the morning. 3 Let ev'ry burdened soul look up, For joy cometh in the morning; And ev'ry trembling sinner hope, For joy cometh in the morning. 4 Our God shall wipe all tears away, For joy cometh in the morning; Sorrow and sighing flee away, For joy cometh in the morning. M.M. Weinland. 383 Landis. S.M. _God's Tenderness in Our Grief._ (883) How tender is thy hand, Oh, thou beloved Lord! Afflictions come at thy command, And leave us at thy word. 2 How gentle was the rod That chastened us for sin! How soon we found a smiling God, Where deep distress had been! 3 A Father's hand we felt, A Father's heart we knew; With tears of penitence we knelt, And found his word was true. 4 We told him all our grief, We thought of Jesus' love; A sense of pardon brought relief, And bade our pains remove. Thomas Hastings. 384 Retreat. L.M. _The Mercy-Seat._ (787) From every stormy wind that blows, From every swelling tide of woes, There is a calm, a sure retreat;-- 'Tis found before the mercy-seat. 2 There is a place where Jesus sheds The oil of gladness on our heads,-- A place, than all besides, more sweet; It is the blood-bought mercy-seat. 3 There is a spot where spirits blend, Where friend holds fellowship with friend; Though sundered far, by faith they meet Around one common mercy-seat. 4 There, there, on eagle's wings we soar, And time, and sense seem all no more; And heaven comes down our souls to greet, And glory crowns the mercy-seat! 5 Oh! may my hand forget her skill, My tongue be silent, cold, and still, This bounding heart forget to beat, If I forget the mercy-seat! Hugh Stowell, 1827. 385 Retreat. L.M. _Design of Prayer._ (796) Prayer is appointed to convey The blessings God designs to give: Long as they live should Christians pray; They learn to pray when first they live. 2 If pain afflict or wrongs oppress; If cares distract, or fears dismay; If guilt deject; if sin distress; In every case, still watch and pray. 3 'Tis prayer supports the soul that's weak, Tho' thought be broken, language lame, Pray, if thou canst or canst not speak, But pray with faith in Jesus' name.