t be done
Till thou obtain thy crown.

4 Fight on, my soul, till death
Shall bring thee to thy God;
He'll take thee, at thy parting breath,
To His divine abode.

544. 7s. M. Neale.

Bearing the Cross.

1 Every bird that upward springs
Bears the Cross upon his wings;
We without it cannot rise
Upward to our native skies.

2 Every ship that meets the waves
By the Cross their fury braves;
We, on life's wide ocean tossed,
If we have it not are lost.

3 Hope it gives us when distrest,
When we faint it gives us rest;
Satan's craft, and Satan's might,
By the Cross are put to flight.

4 That from sin earth might be free,
Jesus bore it; so must we;
Ne'er through faintness lay it down:
First the Cross, and then the crown!

545. C. M. Heber.

In the Day of Distress.

1 Oh God, that mad'st the earth and sky,
The darkness and the day,
Oh listen to Thy children's cry,
And help us when we pray!

2 For wide the waves of bitterness
Around our vessel roar,
And heavy grows the burdened heart,
To view the rocky shore.

3 The cross our Master bore for us,
For him we fain would bear;
But mortal strength to weakness turns,
And courage to despair!

4 Have mercy on our failings, Lord!
Our sinking faith renew!
And when his sorrows visit us,
O send his patience too.

546. C. M. Doddridge.

God Tempers the Wind to the Shorn Lamb.

1 Great ruler of all nature's frame,
We own Thy power divine;
We hear Thy breath in every storm,
For all the winds are Thine.

2 Wide as they sweep their sounding way,
They work Thy sovereign will;
And awed by Thy majestic voice,
Confusion shall be still.

3 Thy mercy tempers every blast
To those who seek Thy face;
And mingles with the tempest's roar
The whispers of Thy grace.

4 Those gentle whispers let me hear,
Till all the tumult cease;
And gales of Paradise shall lull
My weary soul to peace.

547. S. M. Montgomery.

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