4 And tho’ at times, impetuous with emotion,
  And anguish long suppressed,
The swelling heart heaves moaning like the ocean
  That cannot be at rest: 
We will be patient—­and assuage the feeling
  We cannot wholly stay,
By silence sanctifying, not concealing
  The grief that must have way.

     Henry W. Longfellow, 1849.

502 Peace, Be Still.  P.M.

Submission.

Peace, be still! 
  In this night of sorrow bow;
  Oh, my heart, contend not thou;
What befalls is God’s own will;
Peace, be still!

2 Hold thee still! 
  Tho’ the Father scourge thee sore,
  Cling thou to him all the more;
Let him mercy’s work fulfill;
Hold thee still!

3 Lord, my God! 
  Give me grace, that I may be
  Thy true child, and silently
Own thy scepter and thy rod;
Lord, my God!

4 Shepherd mine! 
  From thy fullness give me still
  Faith to do and bear thy will
Till the morning light shall shine;
Shepherd mine!

     Schiller.

503 Rest, Weary Pilgrim. 10s.

Death of a Christian.

Rest, weary pilgrim, thy journey is o’er,
  Rest, sweetly rest, on the beautiful shore;
Safely at last thou hast reached the bright goal,
  Fatherland, home of the soul.

2 Never again shall thy storm-beaten breast
  Sigh, deeply sigh, for the sweet “land of rest;”
Gone to the Savior’s bright mansion above,
  Rest in the light of his love.

3 Rest, weary pilgrim, thy journey is o’er,
  Rest, sweetly rest, on the beautiful shore;
Dangers and troubles shall harm thee no more,
  Rest on the beautiful shore.

     Maria Straub.

504 As Fade the Stars.  P.M.

The Life of the Departed.

As fade the stars at morn away,
Their glory gone in perfect day,
So pass away the friends we love,
Their presence lost in worlds above,
  While we o’er their slumbers are weeping.

2 As sink the stars when night is o’er,
To rise upon some other shore,
So sink our precious ones from sight,
In other skies to walk in light,
  While we sorrow’s vigils are keeping.

3 No more in east, or in the west,
Fade they from sight, or sink to rest;
Fixed firm in that celestial air,
They radiant shine eternal there;
  Our hearts up to meet them fond leaping.

     J.E.  Rankin, D.D.

505 Nettie. 5s & 9s.

Consolation.

Midst sorrow and care
There’s one that is near,
And ever delights to relieve us.

2 ’Tis Jesus, our Friend,
On whom we depend
For life and for all its rich blessings.

3 When trouble assails,
His love never fails;
He meets us with sweet consolation.

506 Meribah.  C.P.M.

Pleading for Acceptance. (1114)