To Afflicted, Tossed with Tempests, Not Comforted

Pensive, doubting, fearful heart, Hear what Christ the Savior says. Every word should joy impart, Change thy mourning into praise. Yes, he speaks, and speaks to thee, May he help thee to believe! Then thou presently wilt see, Thou hast little cause to grieve....

How Lovely Shines the Morning Star!

How lovely shines the Morning Star! The nations see and hail afar The light in Judah shining. Thou David’s Son of Jacob’s race, My Bridegroom and my King of Grace, For thee my heart is pining. Lowly, holy, Great and glorious, Thou victorious Prince of...