WHEN THOU PASSETH THROUGH THE WATERS Is there any heart discouraged as it journeys on its way? Does there seem to be more darkness than there is of sunny day? Oh, it's hard to learn the lesson, as we pass beneath the rod, That the sunshine and the shadow serve alike the will ot God; But there comes a word of promise, as promised in the rainbow— That however deep the waters they shall never overtlow. When the flesh is worn and weary, and the spirit is depressed, And temptations sweep upon it like a storm on ocean's breast. There's a haven ever open for the tempest-driven bird. There's shelter for the tempted in the promise of the Word. For the standard of the Spirit shall be raised against the toe, And however deep the waters they shall never overflow. When a sorrow comes upon you that no other soul can share. And the burden seems too heavy for the human heart to bear. There is One whose grace can com fort if you'll give Him an abode; There's a Burden-bearer ready if you'll trust Him with your load; For the precious promise reaches to the depths of human woe, That however deep the waters they shall never overflow. When the sands of life are ebbing and I near the Jordan's shore, When I see its billows rising and I hear its waters roar, I will reach my hand to Jesus, in His bosom I shall hide, And 'twill only be a moment till I reach the other side; It is then the fullest meaning of the promise I shall know, "When thou passeth through the wa ters they shall never overflow."
THE MISSIONARY CALL Mission fields are calling, we dare not longer wait, Our Master bids us hasten before it is too late. The demon powers oppress us, we must not be afraid, The heathen world is crying with hands outstretched for aid. He bids us rise and follow for tribes are waiting still, And we must bear the message, it is our Master's will. The fight will soon be over and our Lord will come to reign. Then let us tell the story and bring Him back again. Our prayers at last will conquer as in His name we go To those in heathen darkness, the love of God to show. For millions still are waiting, their hearts are filled with fear And we must take the Gospel or they will never hear. O Church of God awaken, and bring them to the fold, Our Master desires service, our silver and our gold; Then let us do His bidding though bitter be the fray, A rich reward is promised; O church of God, obey. COMMUNION Fill Thou my life, O Lord, my God, In every part with praise. That my whole being may proclaim Thy being and Thy ways. Praise in the common things of life, Its going out and in; Praise in each duty and each deed, However small and mean. So shall no part of day or night From sacredness be free; But, all my life, in every step, Be fellowship with Thee.
— Horatius Bonar
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