Affliction, Comfort under

Verse 1

Amid the trials which I meet,
Amid the thorns that pierce my feet,
One thought remains supremely sweet,
Thou thinkest, Lord, of me!

Refrain

Thou thinkest, Lord, of me,
Thou thinkest, Lord, of me,
What need I fear when thou art near,
And thinkest, Lord, of me.

Verse 2

The cares of life come thronging fast
Upon my soul their shadow cast;
Their gloom reminds my heart at last,
Thou thinkest, Lord, of me!

Verse 3

Let shadows come, let shadows go,
Let life be bright or dark with woe,
I am content, for this I know,
Thou thinkest, Lord, of me!

Verse 1

God is love; his mercy brightens
All the path in which we rove;
Bliss he wakes, and woe he lightens:
God is wisdom, God is love.
Chance and change are busy ever;
Man decays and ages move;
But his mercy waneth never;
God is wisdom, God is love.

Verse 2

E’en the hour the darkest seemeth
Will his changeless goodness prove;
From the gloom his brightness streameth:
God is wisdom, God is love.
He with earthly cares entwineth
Hope and comfort from above;
Everywhere his glory shineth:
God is wisdom, God is love.

Verse 1

God is love; his mercy brightens
All the path in which we rove;
Bliss he wakes, and woe he lightens:
God is wisdom, God is love.
Chance and change are busy ever;
Man decays and ages move;
But his mercy waneth never;
God is wisdom, God is love.

Verse 2

E’en the hour the darkest seemeth
Will his changeless goodness prove;
From the gloom his brightness streameth:
God is wisdom, God is love.
He with earthly cares entwineth
Hope and comfort from above;
Everywhere his glory shineth:
God is wisdom, God is love.

Verse 1

He knows the bitter, weary way,
The endless striving day by day,
The souls that weep, the souls that pray--
He knows it all.

Refrain

He knows it all,
The bitter, weary way;
O souls that weep, O souls that pray,
He knows it all.

Verse 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.

Verse 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.

Verse 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.

Verse 1

He leadeth me! oh! blessed tho’t,
Oh! words with heav’nly comfort fraught;
Whate’er I do, where’er I be,
Still ’tis God’s hand that leadeth me.

Refrain

He leadeth me! he leadeth me!
By his own hand he leadeth me;
His faithful follower I would be,
For by his hand he leadeth me.

Verse 2

Sometimes ‘mid scenes of deepest gloom,
Sometimes where Eden’s bowers bloom,
By waters still, o’er troubled sea--
Still ’tis his hand that leadeth me.

Verse 3

Lord, I would clasp thy hand in mine.
Nor ever murmur or repine--
Content, whatever lot I see,
Since ’tis my God that leadeth me.

Verse 4

And when my task on earth is done,
When by thy grace, the vict’ry’s won,
E’en death’s cold wave I will not flee,
Since God thro’ Jordan leadeth me.

Verse 1

My God how wonderful thou art!
Thy majesty how bright!
How beautiful thy mercy seat,
In depths of burning light.

Verse 2

How dread are thine eternal years,
Oh, everlasting Lord!
By prostrate spirits day and night,
Incessantly adored.

Verse 3

Oh, how I fear thee, living God!
With deepest, tenderest fears,
And worship thee with trembling hope,
And penitential tears.

Verse 4

Yet I may love thee, too, O Lord!
Almighty as thou art,
For thou hast stooped to ask of me
The love of this poor heart.

Verse 5

No earthly father loves like thee,
No mother, half so mild,
Bears and forbears as thou hast done
With me, thy sinful child.

Verse 6

Father of Jesus! love’s reward!
What rapture will it be,
Prostrate before thy throne to lie,
And gaze and gaze on thee.

Verse 1

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.

Refrain

Joy cometh in the morning,
Joy cometh in the morning;
Weeping may endure for a night,
But joy cometh in the morning.

Verse 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.

Verse 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.

Verse 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.

Verse 1

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.

Refrain

Joy cometh in the morning,
Joy cometh in the morning;
Weeping may endure for a night,
But joy cometh in the morning.

Verse 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.

Verse 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.

Verse 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.

Hear us now, when we cry to Thee, for all that are in any kind of sorrow or trouble, and humbly ask Thee that where Thou art chastening there may be the sense of the Father’s love, even in the chastisement, and that Thy rod as well as Thy staff may comfort many a troubled heart.