Towering o’er the wrecks of time;
All the light of sacred story,
Gathers round its head sublime.
When the woes of life o’ertake me,
Hopes deceive and fears annoy,
Never shall the cross forsake me;
Lo! it glows with peace and joy.
When the sun of bliss is beaming
Light and love upon my way,
From the cross the radiance streaming,
Adds new luster to the day.
Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure,
By the cross are sanctified;
Peace is there, that knows no measure,
Joys that through all time abide.
Sir John Bowring
In the deep, deep waves of sorrow,
‘Mid the strong swift tides of grief;
Hark, a sound of heav’nly music,
Bringing sweet and sure relief!
Hear it singing, “I am with thee!”
Hear again! “Be not afraid.”
Can’st thou fear, when He is near thee,
He, on whom thy trust is stayed?
Doth thy way seem hedged about thee?
“I will guide thee with mine eye.”
Do the cares of life perplex thee?
“I will answer ere they cry.”
Art thou weary? Hark the echo!
“Come, thou weary, one to me;”
Art thou troubled for the future?
“As thy days, thy strength shall be.”
Refrain
Precious music of the Bible!
Music saints and prophets heard!
Bringing hope in times of anguish;
Wondrous music of God’s word!
Flora Kirkland
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