13. Hymn: The Saints Should Never Be Dismayed

Hymn: The Saints Should Never Be Dismayed

Author: William Cowper (1731-1800)

The saints should ne­ver be dis­mayed,
Nor sink in hope­less fear;
For when they least ex­pect His aid,
The Sav­ior will ap­pear.

This Ab­ra­ham found: he raised the knife;
God saw, and said, For­bear!
Yon ram shall yield his mean­er life;
Behold the vic­tim there.

Once David seemed Saul’s cer­tain prey;
But hark! the foe’s at hand;
Saul turns his arms ano­ther way,
To save th’in­vad­ed land.

When Jo­nah sank be­neath the wave,
He thought to rise no more;
But God pre­pared a fish to save,
And bear him to the shore.

Blest proofs of pow­er and grace di­vine,
That meet us in His Word!
May ev­ery deep felt care of mine
Be trust­ed with the Lord.

Wait for His sea­son­able aid,
And though it tar­ry, wait:
The pro­mise may be long de­layed,
But can­not come too late.

51. Hymn: O For A Closer Walk With God

O For A Closer Walk With God

Author: William Cowper

Tune: BEATITUDO, by John B. Dykes

(Vocal)

(Melody)

1. Oh for a closer walk with God,

    A calm and heavenly frame, 

    A light to shine upon the road 

    That leads me to the Lamb!  

2. Where is the blessedness I knew 

    When first I saw the Lord? 

    Where is the soul-refreshing view 

    Of Jesus and His word?  

3. What peaceful hours I once enjoyed! 

    How sweet their memory still! 

    But they have left an aching void 

    The world can never fill.  

4. Return, O holy Dove! return, 

    Sweet messenger of rest; 

    I hate the sins that made Thee mourn, 

    And drove Thee from my breast.  

5. The dearest idol I have known, 

    Whate'er that idol be; 

    Help me to tear it from Thy throne, 

    And worship only Thee.  

6. So shall my walk be close with God, 

    Calm and serene my frame; 

    And purer light shall mark the road 

    That leads me to the Lamb.

32. Hymn: God Moves In A Mysterious Way

God Moves In A Mysterious Way

Author: William Cowper

Tune: DUNDEE, Arr. by Thomas Ravenscroft

(Vocal)

(Melody)

1. God moves in a mysterious way 

    His wonders to perform, 

    He plants His footsteps in the sea, 

    And rides upon the storm.   

2. Deep and unfathomable mines 

    Of never-failing skill, 

    He treasures up his bright designs, 

    And works his sov'reign will.  

3. Ye fearful saints! fresh courage take: 

    The clouds ye so much dread 

    Are big with mercy, and will break 

    In blessings on your head.  

4. Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, 

    But trust Him for His grace; 

    Behind a frowning providence 

    He hides a smiling face.  

5. His purposes will ripen fast, 

    Unfolding ev'ry hour. 

    The bud may have a bitter taste, 

    But sweet will be the flow'r.  

6. Blind unbelief is sure to err, 

    And scan His work in vain. 

    God is His own interpreter, 

    And He will make it plain.