379 He Knows It All. 8s & 4s.
Divine Sympathy.
He knows the bitter, weary way,
The endless striving day by day,
The souls that weep, the souls that pray--
He knows it all.
REF.--He knows it all,
The bitter, weary way;
O souls that weep, O souls that pray,
He knows it all.
2 He knows how hard the fight has been,
The clouds that come our lives between,
The wounds the world has never seen--
He knows it all.
3 He knows, when, faint and worn, we sink,
How deep the pain, how near the brink
Of dark despair we pause and shrink--
He knows it all.
4 He knows! oh, thought so full of bliss!
For though on earth our joys we miss.
We still can bear it, feeling this--
He knows it all.
Unknown.
380 Cast Thy Burden on the Lord.
Cast thy burden on the Lord,
And he will sustain thee, and strengthen thee, and comfort thee;
He will sustain thee, and comfort thee;
He will sustain thee, he will comfort thee;
Cast thy burden on the Lord!
381 Lux Benigna. 10s. & 4s.
Lead Thou Me On.
Lead, kindly Light, amid th' encircling gloom,
Lead thou me on,
The night is dark, and I am far from home,
Lead thou me on;
Keep thou my feet; I do not ask to see
The distant scene; one step enough for me.
2 I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou
Shouldst lead me on;
I loved to choose and see my path, but now
Lead thou me on;
I loved the garish day, and spite of fears,
Pride ruled my will. Remember not past years.
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.
(883) God's Tenderness in Our Grief.
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.
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