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How Sweet In Every Trying Scene
Author: Fanny Crosby Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Appears in 5 hymnals Matching Instances: 1 Lyrics: 1 How sweet in every trying scene,
That wounds the spirit here,
To feel that Jesus bore our grief,
And know He still is near;
O ye who o’er the couch of death
Your lonely watch have kept,
Tho’ anguish rend your aching breast,
Remember Jesus wept.
2 He groaned in spirit while He spoke:
Where have you laid the dead?
Lord, come and see, they murmured low,
He followed where they led;
Beneath a cold sepulchral stone
An only brother slept,
And angels wondered as they gazed,
For lo! the Savior wept.
3 How oft the prayer our lips would breathe
The heart alone may speak;
How oft the penitential tear
Bedews the mourner’s cheek:
Poor child of toil, though dark and sad,
Thy weary lot may be,
With few to smooth life’s rugged path,
Thy Savior wept for thee. Used With Tune: YOUR SAVIOR WEPT Text Sources: Golden Censer (New York: William R. Bradbury, 1864)
How Sweet In Every Trying Scene
O Faith! Thou Workest Miracles
Author: Frederick W. Faber Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Appears in 13 hymnals Matching Instances: 1 Lyrics: 1 O Faith! thou workest miracles
Upon the hearts of men,
Choosing thy home in those same hearts
We know not how or when.
To one thy grave unearthly truths
A heav’nly vision seem
While to another’s eye they are
A superstitious dream.
2 To one the deepest doctrines look
So naturally true,
That when he learns the lesson first
He hardly thinks it new.
To other hearts the selfsame truths
No light or heat can bring
They are but puzzling phrases strung
Like beads upon a string.
3 O gift of gifts! O grace of faith!
My God! how can it be?
That Thou, who hast discerning love,
Shouldst give that gift to me?
There was a place, there was a time,
Whether by night or day,
Thy Spirit came and left that gift,
And went upon His way.
4 How many hearts Thou mightst have had
More innocent than mine!
How many souls more worthy far
Of that sweet touch of Thine!
Ah grace! into unlikeliest hearts
It is thy boast to come,
The glory of thy light to find
In darkest spots a home.
5 How will they live, how will they die,
How bear the cross of grief,
Who have not got the light of faith,
The courage of belief?
The crowd of cares, the weightiest cross
Seem trifles less than light,
Earth looks so little and so low,
When faith shines full and bright.
6 O happy, happy that I am!
If thou canst be, O faith!
The treasure that thou art in life,
What wilt thou be in death?
Thy choice, O God of goodness! then
I lovingly adore;
O give me grace to keep Thy grace,
And grace to merit more! Used With Tune: YOUR SAVIOUR WEPT Text Sources: Jesus and Mary (London: James Burns, 1849)
O Faith! Thou Workest Miracles
