234.7s. M.*Newton.For a Childlike Spirit.1Quiet, Lord, my froward heart;Make me loving, meek, and mild,Upright, simple, free from art;Make me as a little child;From distrust and envy free;Pleased with all that pleaseth Thee.2What Thou shalt to-day provideLet me as a child receive;What to-morrow may betideCalmly to Thy wisdom leave;’Tis enough that Thou wilt care;Why should I the burden bear?3As a little child reliesOn a care beyond his own,Knows beneath his father’s eyesHe is never left alone;So would I with Thee abide,Thou my Father, Guard, and Guide!235.S. M.Briggs’ Coll.Walking with God.1Father, I will not prayFreedom from earthly ill;But may Thy peace be o’er my wayWith its dove-pinion still!2O, let a sense of Thee,Of Thy sustaining love,My bosom-guest forever be,Where’er I rest or move!3A heavenly light serene,With its unfading beams,Within my trusting heart be seen,More bright than childhood’s dreams!4So let me walk with Thee,Thy presence round my way;Made by Thine aiding spirit free;Thy love, my joy and stay.236.L. M.Miss Bremer.Thirst for Living Waters.1I thirst!—O, grant the waters pureWhich they who drink shall thirst no more;O give me of that living stream,Which ever flows, with heavenly gleam,Forth from the presence of our God,Through fields by holy angels trod!2I thirst!—O bounteous Source of Truth,Give coolness to my fevered youth;Make the sick heart more strong and wise;Take spectral visions from mine eyes;O, let me quench my thirst in Thee,And pure, and strong, and holy be!3I thirst!—O God, great Source of Love!Infinite Life streams from above.O, give one drop, and let me live!The barren world has naught to give;No solace have its streams for me;I thirst alone for heaven and Thee.237.P. M.Jones Very.Desires for God’s Presence.1Wilt Thou not visit me?The plant beside me feels Thy gentle dew;Each blade of grass I see,From Thy deep earth its quickening moisture drew.2Wilt Thou not visit me?Thy morning calls on me with cheering tone;And every hill and treeLend but one voice, the voice of Thee alone.3Come! for I need Thy love,More than the flower the dew, or grass the rain;Come, like Thy holy dove,And let me in Thy sight rejoice to live again.4Yes! Thou wilt visit me;Nor plant nor tree Thine eye delights so well,As when, from sin set free,Man’s spirit comes with Thine in peace to dwell.238.7 & 6s. M.Anonymous.Aspiration.1Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings,Thy better portion trace!Rise, from transitory things,Towards heaven, thy native place!Sun, and moon, and stars decay;Time shall soon this earth remove;Rise, my soul, and haste awayTo seats prepared above!2Rivers to the ocean run,Nor stay in all their course;Fire, ascending, seeks the sun;Both speed them to their source;So the spirit, born of God,Pants to view His glorious face;Upward tends to His abode,To rest in His embrace.239.P. M.Sarah F. Adams.Nearer to Thee.1Nearer, my God, to Thee,Nearer to Thee!E’en though it be a crossThat raiseth me;Still all my song shall be,—Nearer, my God, to Thee,Nearer to Thee!2Though, like the wanderer,The sun gone down,Darkness be over me,My rest a stone;Yet in my dreams I’d beNearer, my God, to Thee,—Nearer to Thee!3There let the way appear,Steps unto heaven;All that Thou sendest me,In mercy given;Angels to beckon meNearer, my God, to Thee,—Nearer to Thee!4Then with my waking thoughts,Bright with Thy praise,Out of my stony griefs,Bethel I’ll raise;So by my woes to beNearer, my God, to Thee,—Nearer to Thee!5Or if on joyful wing,Cleaving the sky,Sun, moon, and stars forgot,Upward I fly;Still all my song shall be,—Nearer, my God, to Thee,Nearer to Thee!240.S. M.Mme. Guion.Living Waters.1The fountain in its sourceNo drought of summer fears;The further it pursues its course,The nobler it appears.2But shallow cisterns yieldA scanty, short supply;The morning sees them amply filled,At evening they are dry.3The cisterns I forsake,O Fount of life, for Thee!My thirst with living waters slake,And drink eternity.241.L. M.*Mrs. Steele.Self-Consecration.1My soul no more shall strive in vain,Slave to the world, and slave to sin!A nobler toil I will sustain,A nobler satisfaction win.2I will resolve, with all my heart,With all my powers, to serve the Lord;Nor from His precepts e’er depart,Whose service is a rich reward.3O, be His service all my joy!Around let my example shine,Till others love the blest employ,And join in labors so divine.4O, may I never faint nor tire,Nor, wandering, leave His sacred ways;Great God! accept my soul’s desire,And give me strength to live Thy praise.242.L. M.Oberlin.Self-Dedication.1O Lord, Thy heavenly grace impart,And fix my frail, inconstant heart;Henceforth my chief desire shall beTo dedicate myself to Thee.2Whate’er pursuits my time employ,One thought shall fill my soul with joy;That silent, secret thought shall be,That all my hopes are fixed on Thee.3Thy glorious eye pervadeth space;Thy presence, Lord, fills every place;And, wheresoe’er my lot may be,Still shall my spirit cleave to Thee.4Renouncing every worldly thing,And safe beneath Thy sheltering wing,My sweetest thought henceforth shall be,That all I want I find in Thee.243.C. P. M.Jane Roscoe.Self-Consecration.1O God, to Thee, who first hast givenTo mortal frame the spark of heaven,I consecrate my powers;Thine is its hoped eternity,And Thine its earthly life shall be,Through years, and days, and hours.2Here at Thy shrine I bow, resignedEach struggling passion of my mind,With all its hopes and fears;To bend each thought to Thy controlIs the one wish that fills my soul,Through all my future years.244.12s. M.*Gaskell.The New Birth.1I am free! I am free! I have broken away,From the chambers of night, to the splendors of day;All the phantoms that darkened around me are gone,And a spirit of light is now leading me on.Earth appeareth in garments of beauty new drest;Brighter thoughts, brighter feelings, spring forth in my breast;Happy voices are floating in music above;All creation is full of the glory of love.God of truth! it is Thou who hast shed down each rayOf the sunshine that blesses and gladdens my way;From the depths of my spirit, to Thee will I giveEver-thankful affection, as long as I live.245.8 & 7s. M.Episcopal Coll.Song of the Redeemed.1Father, source of every blessing,Tune my heart to grateful lays!Streams of mercy, never ceasing,Call for ceaseless songs of praise.2Teach me some melodious measure,Sung by raptured saints above;Fill my soul with sacred pleasure,While I sing redeeming love.3Thou didst seek me when a stranger,Wandering from the fold above;Thou, to save my soul from danger,Didst redeem me with Thy love.4By Thy hand restored, defended,Safe through life thus far I’ve come;Safe, O Lord, when life is ended,Bring me to my heavenly home.246.S. M.Bulfinch.Born Again.1O Lord! through Thee we ownA new and heavenly birth,Kindred to spirits round Thy throne,Though sojourners of earth.2How glorious is the hour,When first our souls awake,Through Thy mysterious spirit’s power,And of new life partake.3With richer beauty glowsThe world, before so fair;Her holy light religion throws,Reflected everywhere.4The life which Thou hast given,O Lord! shall never end;The grave is but the path to heaven,And death is now our friend.247.11s. M.Montgomery.God Our Shepherd.1The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know;I feed in green pastures, safe folded I rest;He leadeth my soul where the still waters flow,Restores me when wandering, redeems when opprest.Through the valley and shadow of death though I stray,Since Thou art my guardian, no evil I fear;Thy rod shall defend me, Thy staff be my stay;No harm can befall with my Comforter near.3In the midst of affliction my table is spread;With blessings unmeasured my cup runneth o’er;With perfume and oil Thou anointest my head;O, what shall I ask of Thy providence more?4Let goodness and mercy, my bountiful God,Still follow my steps till I meet Thee above;I seek, by the path which my forefathers trodThrough the land of their sojourn, Thy kingdom of love.248.7s. M.Sp. of the Psalms.He Shall Give His Angels Charge over Thee.1They, who on the Lord rely,Safely dwell, though danger’s nigh;Lo, His sheltering wings are spreadO’er each faithful servant’s head.2Vain temptation’s wily snare;They shall be the Father’s care;Harmless flies the shaft by day,Or in darkness wings its way.3When they wake, or when they sleep,Angel guards their vigils keep;Death and danger may be nearFaith and love can never fear.249.L. M.German.The Child of God.1None loves me, Father, with Thy love,None else can meet such needs as mine;O, grant me, as Thou shall approve,All that befits a child of Thine!From every doubt and fear release,And give me confidence and peace.2Give me a faith shall never fail,One that shall always work by love;And then, whatever foes assail,They shall but higher courage moveMore boldly for the truth to strive,And more by faith in Thee to live:3A heart, that, when my days are glad,May never from Thy way decline,And when the sky of life grows sad,May still submit its will to Thine,—A heart that loves to trust in Thee,A patient heart, create in me!250.L. M.Gaskell.Faith in God’s Love.1O Father! humbly we reposeOur souls on Thee, who dwell’st above,And bless Thee for the peace which flowsFrom faith in Thine encircling love.2Though every earthly trust may break,Infinite might belongs to Thee;Though every earthly friend forsake,Unchangeable Thou still wilt be.3Though griefs may gather darkly round,They cannot veil us from Thy sight;Though vain all human aid be found,Thou every grief canst turn to light.4All things Thy wise designs fulfil,In earth beneath, and heaven above,And good breaks out from every ill,Through faith in Thine encircling love.251.L. M.*Dyer.All Things Work for Good.1We all, O Father, all are Thine;All feel Thy providential care;And, through each varying scene of life,Alike Thy constant love we share.2And whether grief oppress the heart;Or whether joy elate the breast;Or life still keep its little course;Or death invite the heart to rest;—4All are Thy messengers, and allThy sacred pleasure, Lord, obey;And all are training man to dwellNearer to heaven, and nearer Thee.252.L. M.*Bowring.Resignation.1O let my trembling soul be still,While darkness veils this mortal eye,And wait Thy wise and holy will,Though wrapped in fears and mystery:I cannot, Lord, Thy purpose see;Yet all is well since ruled by Thee!2When, mounted on Thy clouded car,Thou send’st Thy darker spirits down,I can discern Thy light afar,Thy light sweet beaming through their frown;And, should I faint a moment, thenI think of Thee, and smile again.3So, trusting in Thy love, I treadThe narrow path of duty on;What though some cherished joys are fled?What though some flattering dreams are gone?Yet purer, nobler joys remain,And peace is won through conquered pain.253.7 & 6s. M.*C. Wesley.Trust.1See the Lord, thy keeper, stand,Omnipotently near;Lo! He holds thee by the hand,And banishes thy fear;Shadows with His wings thy head;Guards from all impending harms;Round thee and beneath are spreadThe everlasting arms.2God shall bless thy going out,Shall bless thy coming in;Kindly compass thee about,And guard from every sin.Lean upon thy Father’s breast;He thy quiet spirit keeps;Rest in Him, securely rest;Thy Guardian never sleeps.3O, my soul, unceasing pray,And in thy God confide!He our faltering steps shall stay,Nor suffer us to slide:He is still our sure defence,We his ceaseless care shall prove,Kept by watchful ProvidenceAnd ever-waking love.254.S. M.Moravian.Reliance.1Commit thou all thy griefsAnd ways into His hands,To His sure trust and tender care,Who earth and heaven commands;2Who points the clouds their course,Whom winds and seas obey;He shall direct thy wandering feet,He shall prepare thy way.3No profit canst thou gainBy self-consuming care;To Him commend thy cause,—His earAttends the softest prayer.4Then on the Lord rely,So safe shall thou go on;Fix on His work thy steadfast eye,So shall thy work be done.255.C. M.Alford.God Our Refuge.Psalm xlvi.1God is our refuge and our strength,When trouble’s hour is near;A very present help is He;Therefore we will not fear.2Although the pillars of the earthShall clean removed be,The very mountains carried forth,And cast into the sea;3Although the waters rage and swell,So that the earth shall shake;Yea, and the solid mountain rootsShall with the tempest quake;4There is a river that makes gladThe city of our God;The tabernacle’s holy placeOf the Most High’s abode.5The Lord is in the midst of her,Removed she shall not be;Because the Lord our God himselfShall help her speedily.6The Lord our strength and refuge is,When trouble’s hour is near;A very present help is He;Therefore we will not fear.256.S. M.Moravian.Be of Good Courage.1Give to the winds thy fears!Hope and be undismayed!God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears;God shall lift up thy head.2Through waves, through clouds and storms,He gently clears thy way;Wait thou His time, so shall the nightSoon end in joyous day.3He everywhere hath rule,And all things serve His might;His every act pure blessing is,His path, unsullied light.4Thou comprehend’st Him not;Yet earth and heaven tell,God sits as sovereign on the throne;He ruleth all things well.5Thou seest our weakness, Lord,Our hearts are known to Thee;O, lift Thou up the sinking hand,Confirm the feeble knee!6Let us, in life or death,Boldly Thy truth declare;And publish, with our latest breath,Thy love and guardian care.257.S. M.Anonymous.Rejoice in the Lord Alway.1Rejoice in God alway;When earth looks heavenly bright,When joy makes glad the livelong day,And peace shuts in the night.2Rejoice when care and woeThe fainting soul oppress;When tears at wakeful midnight flow,And morn brings heaviness.3Rejoice in hope and fear;Rejoice in life and death;Rejoice when threatening storms are near,And comfort languisheth.4When should not they rejoice,Whom Christ his brethren calls;Who hear and know his guiding voice,When on their hearts it falls?5So, though our path is steep,And many a tempest lowers,Shall his own peace our spirits keep,And Christ’s dear love be ours.258.S. M.*Doddridge.God Will Provide.1How gentle God’s commands!How kind His precepts are!Come, leave your burdens to the Lord,And trust His constant care.2His bounty will provide;Ye shall securely dwell;The hand that bears creation upShall guard His children well.3O, why should anxious thoughtPress down your weary mind?Come, seek your Heavenly Father’s face,And peace and gladness find.4His goodness stands for allUnchanged from day to day;We’ll drop our burden at His feet,And bear a song away.259.C. M.Cowper.The Mysteries of God’s Providence.1God moves in a mysterious way,His wonders to perform;He plants His footsteps in the sea,And rides upon the storm.2Deep in unfathomable minesOf never-failing skill,He treasures up His vast designs,And works His sovereign will.3Ye fearful saints! fresh courage take;The clouds ye so much dreadAre big with mercy, and will breakIn blessings on your head.4Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,But trust Him for His grace;Behind a frowning providenceHe hides a smiling face.5His purposes will ripen fast,Unfolding every hour;The bud may have a bitter taste,But sweet will be the flower.6Blind unbelief is sure to err,And scan his work in vain;God is His own interpreter,And He will make it plain.260.C. M.Merrick.“He Knoweth What Ye Have Need Of.”1Author of good, we rest on Thee;Thine ever watchful eyeAlone our real wants can see,Thy hand alone supply.2In Thine all-gracious providenceOur cheerful hopes confide;O, let Thy power be our defence,Thy love our footsteps guide!3And since, by passion’s force subdued,Too oft, with stubborn will,We blindly shun the latent good,And grasp the specious ill,—4Not what we wish, but what we want,Thy mercy still supply!The good unasked, O Father, grant;The ill, though asked, deny!261.L. M.Collett.Reliance.1Through all the various shifting sceneOf life’s mistaken ill or good,Thy hand, O God! conducts, unseen,The beautiful vicissitude.2Thou givest with paternal care,Howe’er unjustly we complain,To all their necessary shareOf joy and sorrow, health and pain.3All things on earth, and all in heaven,On Thine eternal will depend;And all for greater good were given,Would man pursue the appointed end.4Be this my care!—to all besideIndifferent let my wishes be;Passion be calm, and dumb be pride,And fixed my soul, great God! on Thee.262.C. M.Anonymous.Trust in the Lord.1When grief and anguish press me down,And hope and comfort flee,I cling, O Father, to Thy throne,And stay my heart on Thee.2When death invades my peaceful home,The sundered ties shall beA closer bond, in time to come,To bind my heart to Thee.3Lord, not my will, but Thine, be done!My soul, from fear set free,Her faith shall anchor at Thy throne,And trust alone in Thee.263.P. M.Anonymous.Thy Will Be Done.1My God, my Father, while I strayFar from my home on life’s rough way,O, teach me from my heart to say,Thy will, my God, be done!2Though dark my path, and sad my lot,Let me be still, and murmur not,But breathe the prayer divinely taught,Thy will, my God, be done!3What though in lonely grief I sighFor friends beloved, no longer nigh?Submissive still would I reply,Thy will, my God, be done!4If Thou shouldst call me to resignWhat most I prize,—it ne’er was mine,—I only yield Thee what is Thine;Thy will, my God, be done!5Should pining sickness waste awayMy life in premature decay,In life or death teach me to say,Thy will, my God, be done!6Renew my will from day to day,Blend it with Thine, and take awayWhate’er now makes it hard to say,Thy will, my God, be done!264.L. M.Sarah F. Adams.Thy Will Be Done!1He sendeth sun, He sendeth shower;Alike they’re needful for the flower;And joys and tears alike are sentTo give the soul fit nourishment:As comes to me or cloud or sun,Father, Thy will, not mine, be done!2Can loving children e’er reproveWith murmurs whom they trust and love?Creator! I would ever beA trusting, loving child to TheeAs comes to me or cloud or sun,Father, Thy will, not mine, be done!3O, ne’er will I at life repine!Enough that Thou hast made it mine.When falls the shadow cold of death,I yet will sing, with parting breath,—As comes to me or shade or sun,Father, Thy will, not mine, be done!265.P. M.Bowring.Thy Will Be Done!1Thy will be done! In devious wayThe hurrying stream of life may run;Yet still our grateful hearts shall sayThy will be done!2Thy will be done! If o’er us shineA gladdening and a prosperous sun,This prayer shall make it more divine:—Thy will be done!3Thy will be done! Though shrouded o’erOur path with gloom, one comfort, one,Is ours,—to breathe, while we adore,Thy will be done!266.L. M.Mrs. Gilman.A Father’s Care.1Is there a lone and dreary hour,When worldly pleasures lose their power;—My Father! let me turn to Thee,And set each thought of darkness free.2Is there a time of racking grief,Which scorns the prospect of relief;My Father! break the cheerless gloom,And bid my heart its calm resume.3Is there an hour of peace and joy,When hope is all my soul’s employ;—My Father! still my hopes will roam,Until they rest with Thee, their home.4The noontide blaze, the midnight scene,The dawn, or twilight’s sweet serene,The glow of health, the dying hour,Shall own my Father’s grace and power.267.7s. M.Heber.Consider the Lilies.1Lo, the lilies of the field!How their leaves instruction yield!Hark to nature’s lesson givenBy the blessed birds of heaven!Every bush and tufted treeWarbles trust and piety:—Mortals, banish doubt and sorrow,God provideth for the morrow.2One there lives, whose guardian eyeGuides our earthly destiny;One there lives, who, Lord of all,Keeps His children lest they fall:Pass we, then, in love and praise,Trusting Him through all our days,Free from doubt and faithless sorrow,—God provideth for the morrow.268.10s. M.Jones Very.The Son.1Father! I wait Thy word. The sun doth standBeneath the mingling line of night and day,A listening servant, waiting Thy command,To roll rejoicing on its silent way.2The tongue of time abides the appointed hour,Till on our ear its solemn warnings fall;The heavy cloud withholds the pelting shower,—Then, every drop speeds onward at Thy call.3The bird reposes on the yielding bough,With breast unswollen by the tide of song;—So does my spirit wait Thy presence now,To pour Thy praise in quickening life along.269.7s. M.Bowring.“Father! Glorify Thy Name!”1Father! glorify Thy name!Whatsoe’er our portion be,Wheresoever led by Thee,If to glory,—if to shame,—Father! glorify Thy name!2Let Thy name be glorified!If in doubt and darkness lost,Hope deceived and purpose crost,Naught amiss can e’er betide,—Let Thy name be glorified!3Father! glorify Thy name!Vain and blind our wishes are;This can be no idle prayer,This can be no worthless claim,—Father! glorify Thy name!270.L. M.C. Wesley.God Leads Us Right.1Leader of Israel’s host, and GuideOf all who seek the land above,Beneath Thy shadow we abide,The cloud of Thy protecting love;Our strength Thy grace, our rule Thy word,Our end the glory of the Lord.2By Thine unerring Spirit led,We shall not in the desert stray,We shall not full direction need,Nor miss our providential way;As far from danger as from fear,While love, almighty love, is near.271.7s. M.*Cowper.The Cross.1’Tis my happiness belowNot to live without the cross,But the Saviour’s power to know,Sanctifying every loss:Trials must and will befall;But with humble faith to seeLove inscribed upon them all,—This is happiness to me.2God in Israel sows the seedsOf affliction, pain, and toil;These spring up, and choke the weedsWhich would else o’erspread the soil;Trials make our faith sublime,Trials give new life to prayer,Lift us to a holier clime,Make us strong to do and bear.272.8 & 7s. M.Anonymous.Taking up the Cross.1Saviour! I my cross have taken,All to leave, and follow thee;Though by all things else forsaken,Thou shall my Redeemer be.2Perish every fond ambition,All I’ve sought, or hoped, or known,Yet, how rich is my condition!God and heaven are still mine own.3Know, my soul, thy full salvation;Rise o’er sin, and fear, and care;Joy to find, in every station,Something still to do and bear.4Think what Spirit dwells within thee;Think what Father’s smiles are thine;Think that Jesus died to win thee;Child of heaven, canst thou repine?5Haste thee on from cross to glory,Armed by faith and winged by prayer;Heaven’s eternal day's before thee,God’s own hand shall lead thee there.273.C. M.Moore.Faith.1The dove, let loose in Eastern skies,Returning fondly home,Ne’er stoops to earth her wing, nor fliesWhere idle warblers roam;2But high she shoots through air and light,Above all low delay,Where nothing earthly bounds her flight,Nor shadow dims her way.3So grant me, Lord, from every snareAnd stain of passion free,Aloft, through faith’s serener air,To urge my course to Thee:4No sin to cloud, no lure to stay,My soul, as home she springs;Thy sunshine on her joyful way,Thy freedom on her wings!
234.7s. M.*Newton.For a Childlike Spirit.1Quiet, Lord, my froward heart;Make me loving, meek, and mild,Upright, simple, free from art;Make me as a little child;From distrust and envy free;Pleased with all that pleaseth Thee.2What Thou shalt to-day provideLet me as a child receive;What to-morrow may betideCalmly to Thy wisdom leave;’Tis enough that Thou wilt care;Why should I the burden bear?3As a little child reliesOn a care beyond his own,Knows beneath his father’s eyesHe is never left alone;So would I with Thee abide,Thou my Father, Guard, and Guide!
7s. M.
*Newton.
1Quiet, Lord, my froward heart;Make me loving, meek, and mild,Upright, simple, free from art;Make me as a little child;From distrust and envy free;Pleased with all that pleaseth Thee.
1Quiet, Lord, my froward heart;
Make me loving, meek, and mild,
Upright, simple, free from art;
Make me as a little child;
From distrust and envy free;
Pleased with all that pleaseth Thee.
2What Thou shalt to-day provideLet me as a child receive;What to-morrow may betideCalmly to Thy wisdom leave;’Tis enough that Thou wilt care;Why should I the burden bear?
2What Thou shalt to-day provide
Let me as a child receive;
What to-morrow may betide
Calmly to Thy wisdom leave;
’Tis enough that Thou wilt care;
Why should I the burden bear?
3As a little child reliesOn a care beyond his own,Knows beneath his father’s eyesHe is never left alone;So would I with Thee abide,Thou my Father, Guard, and Guide!
3As a little child relies
On a care beyond his own,
Knows beneath his father’s eyes
He is never left alone;
So would I with Thee abide,
Thou my Father, Guard, and Guide!
235.S. M.Briggs’ Coll.Walking with God.1Father, I will not prayFreedom from earthly ill;But may Thy peace be o’er my wayWith its dove-pinion still!2O, let a sense of Thee,Of Thy sustaining love,My bosom-guest forever be,Where’er I rest or move!3A heavenly light serene,With its unfading beams,Within my trusting heart be seen,More bright than childhood’s dreams!4So let me walk with Thee,Thy presence round my way;Made by Thine aiding spirit free;Thy love, my joy and stay.
S. M.
Briggs’ Coll.
1Father, I will not prayFreedom from earthly ill;But may Thy peace be o’er my wayWith its dove-pinion still!
1Father, I will not pray
Freedom from earthly ill;
But may Thy peace be o’er my way
With its dove-pinion still!
2O, let a sense of Thee,Of Thy sustaining love,My bosom-guest forever be,Where’er I rest or move!
2O, let a sense of Thee,
Of Thy sustaining love,
My bosom-guest forever be,
Where’er I rest or move!
3A heavenly light serene,With its unfading beams,Within my trusting heart be seen,More bright than childhood’s dreams!
3A heavenly light serene,
With its unfading beams,
Within my trusting heart be seen,
More bright than childhood’s dreams!
4So let me walk with Thee,Thy presence round my way;Made by Thine aiding spirit free;Thy love, my joy and stay.
4So let me walk with Thee,
Thy presence round my way;
Made by Thine aiding spirit free;
Thy love, my joy and stay.
236.L. M.Miss Bremer.Thirst for Living Waters.1I thirst!—O, grant the waters pureWhich they who drink shall thirst no more;O give me of that living stream,Which ever flows, with heavenly gleam,Forth from the presence of our God,Through fields by holy angels trod!2I thirst!—O bounteous Source of Truth,Give coolness to my fevered youth;Make the sick heart more strong and wise;Take spectral visions from mine eyes;O, let me quench my thirst in Thee,And pure, and strong, and holy be!3I thirst!—O God, great Source of Love!Infinite Life streams from above.O, give one drop, and let me live!The barren world has naught to give;No solace have its streams for me;I thirst alone for heaven and Thee.
L. M.
Miss Bremer.
1I thirst!—O, grant the waters pureWhich they who drink shall thirst no more;O give me of that living stream,Which ever flows, with heavenly gleam,Forth from the presence of our God,Through fields by holy angels trod!
1I thirst!—O, grant the waters pure
Which they who drink shall thirst no more;
O give me of that living stream,
Which ever flows, with heavenly gleam,
Forth from the presence of our God,
Through fields by holy angels trod!
2I thirst!—O bounteous Source of Truth,Give coolness to my fevered youth;Make the sick heart more strong and wise;Take spectral visions from mine eyes;O, let me quench my thirst in Thee,And pure, and strong, and holy be!
2I thirst!—O bounteous Source of Truth,
Give coolness to my fevered youth;
Make the sick heart more strong and wise;
Take spectral visions from mine eyes;
O, let me quench my thirst in Thee,
And pure, and strong, and holy be!
3I thirst!—O God, great Source of Love!Infinite Life streams from above.O, give one drop, and let me live!The barren world has naught to give;No solace have its streams for me;I thirst alone for heaven and Thee.
3I thirst!—O God, great Source of Love!
Infinite Life streams from above.
O, give one drop, and let me live!
The barren world has naught to give;
No solace have its streams for me;
I thirst alone for heaven and Thee.
237.P. M.Jones Very.Desires for God’s Presence.1Wilt Thou not visit me?The plant beside me feels Thy gentle dew;Each blade of grass I see,From Thy deep earth its quickening moisture drew.2Wilt Thou not visit me?Thy morning calls on me with cheering tone;And every hill and treeLend but one voice, the voice of Thee alone.3Come! for I need Thy love,More than the flower the dew, or grass the rain;Come, like Thy holy dove,And let me in Thy sight rejoice to live again.4Yes! Thou wilt visit me;Nor plant nor tree Thine eye delights so well,As when, from sin set free,Man’s spirit comes with Thine in peace to dwell.
P. M.
Jones Very.
1Wilt Thou not visit me?The plant beside me feels Thy gentle dew;Each blade of grass I see,From Thy deep earth its quickening moisture drew.
1Wilt Thou not visit me?
The plant beside me feels Thy gentle dew;
Each blade of grass I see,
From Thy deep earth its quickening moisture drew.
2Wilt Thou not visit me?Thy morning calls on me with cheering tone;And every hill and treeLend but one voice, the voice of Thee alone.
2Wilt Thou not visit me?
Thy morning calls on me with cheering tone;
And every hill and tree
Lend but one voice, the voice of Thee alone.
3Come! for I need Thy love,More than the flower the dew, or grass the rain;Come, like Thy holy dove,And let me in Thy sight rejoice to live again.
3Come! for I need Thy love,
More than the flower the dew, or grass the rain;
Come, like Thy holy dove,
And let me in Thy sight rejoice to live again.
4Yes! Thou wilt visit me;Nor plant nor tree Thine eye delights so well,As when, from sin set free,Man’s spirit comes with Thine in peace to dwell.
4Yes! Thou wilt visit me;
Nor plant nor tree Thine eye delights so well,
As when, from sin set free,
Man’s spirit comes with Thine in peace to dwell.
238.7 & 6s. M.Anonymous.Aspiration.1Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings,Thy better portion trace!Rise, from transitory things,Towards heaven, thy native place!Sun, and moon, and stars decay;Time shall soon this earth remove;Rise, my soul, and haste awayTo seats prepared above!2Rivers to the ocean run,Nor stay in all their course;Fire, ascending, seeks the sun;Both speed them to their source;So the spirit, born of God,Pants to view His glorious face;Upward tends to His abode,To rest in His embrace.
7 & 6s. M.
Anonymous.
1Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings,Thy better portion trace!Rise, from transitory things,Towards heaven, thy native place!Sun, and moon, and stars decay;Time shall soon this earth remove;Rise, my soul, and haste awayTo seats prepared above!
1Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings,
Thy better portion trace!
Rise, from transitory things,
Towards heaven, thy native place!
Sun, and moon, and stars decay;
Time shall soon this earth remove;
Rise, my soul, and haste away
To seats prepared above!
2Rivers to the ocean run,Nor stay in all their course;Fire, ascending, seeks the sun;Both speed them to their source;So the spirit, born of God,Pants to view His glorious face;Upward tends to His abode,To rest in His embrace.
2Rivers to the ocean run,
Nor stay in all their course;
Fire, ascending, seeks the sun;
Both speed them to their source;
So the spirit, born of God,
Pants to view His glorious face;
Upward tends to His abode,
To rest in His embrace.
239.P. M.Sarah F. Adams.Nearer to Thee.1Nearer, my God, to Thee,Nearer to Thee!E’en though it be a crossThat raiseth me;Still all my song shall be,—Nearer, my God, to Thee,Nearer to Thee!2Though, like the wanderer,The sun gone down,Darkness be over me,My rest a stone;Yet in my dreams I’d beNearer, my God, to Thee,—Nearer to Thee!3There let the way appear,Steps unto heaven;All that Thou sendest me,In mercy given;Angels to beckon meNearer, my God, to Thee,—Nearer to Thee!4Then with my waking thoughts,Bright with Thy praise,Out of my stony griefs,Bethel I’ll raise;So by my woes to beNearer, my God, to Thee,—Nearer to Thee!5Or if on joyful wing,Cleaving the sky,Sun, moon, and stars forgot,Upward I fly;Still all my song shall be,—Nearer, my God, to Thee,Nearer to Thee!
P. M.
Sarah F. Adams.
1Nearer, my God, to Thee,Nearer to Thee!E’en though it be a crossThat raiseth me;Still all my song shall be,—Nearer, my God, to Thee,Nearer to Thee!
1Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!
E’en though it be a cross
That raiseth me;
Still all my song shall be,—
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!
2Though, like the wanderer,The sun gone down,Darkness be over me,My rest a stone;Yet in my dreams I’d beNearer, my God, to Thee,—Nearer to Thee!
2Though, like the wanderer,
The sun gone down,
Darkness be over me,
My rest a stone;
Yet in my dreams I’d be
Nearer, my God, to Thee,—
Nearer to Thee!
3There let the way appear,Steps unto heaven;All that Thou sendest me,In mercy given;Angels to beckon meNearer, my God, to Thee,—Nearer to Thee!
3There let the way appear,
Steps unto heaven;
All that Thou sendest me,
In mercy given;
Angels to beckon me
Nearer, my God, to Thee,—
Nearer to Thee!
4Then with my waking thoughts,Bright with Thy praise,Out of my stony griefs,Bethel I’ll raise;So by my woes to beNearer, my God, to Thee,—Nearer to Thee!
4Then with my waking thoughts,
Bright with Thy praise,
Out of my stony griefs,
Bethel I’ll raise;
So by my woes to be
Nearer, my God, to Thee,—
Nearer to Thee!
5Or if on joyful wing,Cleaving the sky,Sun, moon, and stars forgot,Upward I fly;Still all my song shall be,—Nearer, my God, to Thee,Nearer to Thee!
5Or if on joyful wing,
Cleaving the sky,
Sun, moon, and stars forgot,
Upward I fly;
Still all my song shall be,—
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!
240.S. M.Mme. Guion.Living Waters.1The fountain in its sourceNo drought of summer fears;The further it pursues its course,The nobler it appears.2But shallow cisterns yieldA scanty, short supply;The morning sees them amply filled,At evening they are dry.3The cisterns I forsake,O Fount of life, for Thee!My thirst with living waters slake,And drink eternity.
S. M.
Mme. Guion.
1The fountain in its sourceNo drought of summer fears;The further it pursues its course,The nobler it appears.
1The fountain in its source
No drought of summer fears;
The further it pursues its course,
The nobler it appears.
2But shallow cisterns yieldA scanty, short supply;The morning sees them amply filled,At evening they are dry.
2But shallow cisterns yield
A scanty, short supply;
The morning sees them amply filled,
At evening they are dry.
3The cisterns I forsake,O Fount of life, for Thee!My thirst with living waters slake,And drink eternity.
3The cisterns I forsake,
O Fount of life, for Thee!
My thirst with living waters slake,
And drink eternity.
241.L. M.*Mrs. Steele.Self-Consecration.1My soul no more shall strive in vain,Slave to the world, and slave to sin!A nobler toil I will sustain,A nobler satisfaction win.2I will resolve, with all my heart,With all my powers, to serve the Lord;Nor from His precepts e’er depart,Whose service is a rich reward.3O, be His service all my joy!Around let my example shine,Till others love the blest employ,And join in labors so divine.4O, may I never faint nor tire,Nor, wandering, leave His sacred ways;Great God! accept my soul’s desire,And give me strength to live Thy praise.
L. M.
*Mrs. Steele.
1My soul no more shall strive in vain,Slave to the world, and slave to sin!A nobler toil I will sustain,A nobler satisfaction win.
1My soul no more shall strive in vain,
Slave to the world, and slave to sin!
A nobler toil I will sustain,
A nobler satisfaction win.
2I will resolve, with all my heart,With all my powers, to serve the Lord;Nor from His precepts e’er depart,Whose service is a rich reward.
2I will resolve, with all my heart,
With all my powers, to serve the Lord;
Nor from His precepts e’er depart,
Whose service is a rich reward.
3O, be His service all my joy!Around let my example shine,Till others love the blest employ,And join in labors so divine.
3O, be His service all my joy!
Around let my example shine,
Till others love the blest employ,
And join in labors so divine.
4O, may I never faint nor tire,Nor, wandering, leave His sacred ways;Great God! accept my soul’s desire,And give me strength to live Thy praise.
4O, may I never faint nor tire,
Nor, wandering, leave His sacred ways;
Great God! accept my soul’s desire,
And give me strength to live Thy praise.
242.L. M.Oberlin.Self-Dedication.1O Lord, Thy heavenly grace impart,And fix my frail, inconstant heart;Henceforth my chief desire shall beTo dedicate myself to Thee.2Whate’er pursuits my time employ,One thought shall fill my soul with joy;That silent, secret thought shall be,That all my hopes are fixed on Thee.3Thy glorious eye pervadeth space;Thy presence, Lord, fills every place;And, wheresoe’er my lot may be,Still shall my spirit cleave to Thee.4Renouncing every worldly thing,And safe beneath Thy sheltering wing,My sweetest thought henceforth shall be,That all I want I find in Thee.
L. M.
Oberlin.
1O Lord, Thy heavenly grace impart,And fix my frail, inconstant heart;Henceforth my chief desire shall beTo dedicate myself to Thee.
1O Lord, Thy heavenly grace impart,
And fix my frail, inconstant heart;
Henceforth my chief desire shall be
To dedicate myself to Thee.
2Whate’er pursuits my time employ,One thought shall fill my soul with joy;That silent, secret thought shall be,That all my hopes are fixed on Thee.
2Whate’er pursuits my time employ,
One thought shall fill my soul with joy;
That silent, secret thought shall be,
That all my hopes are fixed on Thee.
3Thy glorious eye pervadeth space;Thy presence, Lord, fills every place;And, wheresoe’er my lot may be,Still shall my spirit cleave to Thee.
3Thy glorious eye pervadeth space;
Thy presence, Lord, fills every place;
And, wheresoe’er my lot may be,
Still shall my spirit cleave to Thee.
4Renouncing every worldly thing,And safe beneath Thy sheltering wing,My sweetest thought henceforth shall be,That all I want I find in Thee.
4Renouncing every worldly thing,
And safe beneath Thy sheltering wing,
My sweetest thought henceforth shall be,
That all I want I find in Thee.
243.C. P. M.Jane Roscoe.Self-Consecration.1O God, to Thee, who first hast givenTo mortal frame the spark of heaven,I consecrate my powers;Thine is its hoped eternity,And Thine its earthly life shall be,Through years, and days, and hours.2Here at Thy shrine I bow, resignedEach struggling passion of my mind,With all its hopes and fears;To bend each thought to Thy controlIs the one wish that fills my soul,Through all my future years.
C. P. M.
Jane Roscoe.
1O God, to Thee, who first hast givenTo mortal frame the spark of heaven,I consecrate my powers;Thine is its hoped eternity,And Thine its earthly life shall be,Through years, and days, and hours.
1O God, to Thee, who first hast given
To mortal frame the spark of heaven,
I consecrate my powers;
Thine is its hoped eternity,
And Thine its earthly life shall be,
Through years, and days, and hours.
2Here at Thy shrine I bow, resignedEach struggling passion of my mind,With all its hopes and fears;To bend each thought to Thy controlIs the one wish that fills my soul,Through all my future years.
2Here at Thy shrine I bow, resigned
Each struggling passion of my mind,
With all its hopes and fears;
To bend each thought to Thy control
Is the one wish that fills my soul,
Through all my future years.
244.12s. M.*Gaskell.The New Birth.1I am free! I am free! I have broken away,From the chambers of night, to the splendors of day;All the phantoms that darkened around me are gone,And a spirit of light is now leading me on.Earth appeareth in garments of beauty new drest;Brighter thoughts, brighter feelings, spring forth in my breast;Happy voices are floating in music above;All creation is full of the glory of love.God of truth! it is Thou who hast shed down each rayOf the sunshine that blesses and gladdens my way;From the depths of my spirit, to Thee will I giveEver-thankful affection, as long as I live.
12s. M.
*Gaskell.
1I am free! I am free! I have broken away,From the chambers of night, to the splendors of day;All the phantoms that darkened around me are gone,And a spirit of light is now leading me on.
1I am free! I am free! I have broken away,
From the chambers of night, to the splendors of day;
All the phantoms that darkened around me are gone,
And a spirit of light is now leading me on.
Earth appeareth in garments of beauty new drest;Brighter thoughts, brighter feelings, spring forth in my breast;Happy voices are floating in music above;All creation is full of the glory of love.
Earth appeareth in garments of beauty new drest;
Brighter thoughts, brighter feelings, spring forth in my breast;
Happy voices are floating in music above;
All creation is full of the glory of love.
God of truth! it is Thou who hast shed down each rayOf the sunshine that blesses and gladdens my way;From the depths of my spirit, to Thee will I giveEver-thankful affection, as long as I live.
God of truth! it is Thou who hast shed down each ray
Of the sunshine that blesses and gladdens my way;
From the depths of my spirit, to Thee will I give
Ever-thankful affection, as long as I live.
245.8 & 7s. M.Episcopal Coll.Song of the Redeemed.1Father, source of every blessing,Tune my heart to grateful lays!Streams of mercy, never ceasing,Call for ceaseless songs of praise.2Teach me some melodious measure,Sung by raptured saints above;Fill my soul with sacred pleasure,While I sing redeeming love.3Thou didst seek me when a stranger,Wandering from the fold above;Thou, to save my soul from danger,Didst redeem me with Thy love.4By Thy hand restored, defended,Safe through life thus far I’ve come;Safe, O Lord, when life is ended,Bring me to my heavenly home.
8 & 7s. M.
Episcopal Coll.
1Father, source of every blessing,Tune my heart to grateful lays!Streams of mercy, never ceasing,Call for ceaseless songs of praise.
1Father, source of every blessing,
Tune my heart to grateful lays!
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for ceaseless songs of praise.
2Teach me some melodious measure,Sung by raptured saints above;Fill my soul with sacred pleasure,While I sing redeeming love.
2Teach me some melodious measure,
Sung by raptured saints above;
Fill my soul with sacred pleasure,
While I sing redeeming love.
3Thou didst seek me when a stranger,Wandering from the fold above;Thou, to save my soul from danger,Didst redeem me with Thy love.
3Thou didst seek me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold above;
Thou, to save my soul from danger,
Didst redeem me with Thy love.
4By Thy hand restored, defended,Safe through life thus far I’ve come;Safe, O Lord, when life is ended,Bring me to my heavenly home.
4By Thy hand restored, defended,
Safe through life thus far I’ve come;
Safe, O Lord, when life is ended,
Bring me to my heavenly home.
246.S. M.Bulfinch.Born Again.1O Lord! through Thee we ownA new and heavenly birth,Kindred to spirits round Thy throne,Though sojourners of earth.2How glorious is the hour,When first our souls awake,Through Thy mysterious spirit’s power,And of new life partake.3With richer beauty glowsThe world, before so fair;Her holy light religion throws,Reflected everywhere.4The life which Thou hast given,O Lord! shall never end;The grave is but the path to heaven,And death is now our friend.
S. M.
Bulfinch.
1O Lord! through Thee we ownA new and heavenly birth,Kindred to spirits round Thy throne,Though sojourners of earth.
1O Lord! through Thee we own
A new and heavenly birth,
Kindred to spirits round Thy throne,
Though sojourners of earth.
2How glorious is the hour,When first our souls awake,Through Thy mysterious spirit’s power,And of new life partake.
2How glorious is the hour,
When first our souls awake,
Through Thy mysterious spirit’s power,
And of new life partake.
3With richer beauty glowsThe world, before so fair;Her holy light religion throws,Reflected everywhere.
3With richer beauty glows
The world, before so fair;
Her holy light religion throws,
Reflected everywhere.
4The life which Thou hast given,O Lord! shall never end;The grave is but the path to heaven,And death is now our friend.
4The life which Thou hast given,
O Lord! shall never end;
The grave is but the path to heaven,
And death is now our friend.
247.11s. M.Montgomery.God Our Shepherd.1The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know;I feed in green pastures, safe folded I rest;He leadeth my soul where the still waters flow,Restores me when wandering, redeems when opprest.Through the valley and shadow of death though I stray,Since Thou art my guardian, no evil I fear;Thy rod shall defend me, Thy staff be my stay;No harm can befall with my Comforter near.3In the midst of affliction my table is spread;With blessings unmeasured my cup runneth o’er;With perfume and oil Thou anointest my head;O, what shall I ask of Thy providence more?4Let goodness and mercy, my bountiful God,Still follow my steps till I meet Thee above;I seek, by the path which my forefathers trodThrough the land of their sojourn, Thy kingdom of love.
11s. M.
Montgomery.
1The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know;I feed in green pastures, safe folded I rest;He leadeth my soul where the still waters flow,Restores me when wandering, redeems when opprest.
1The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know;
I feed in green pastures, safe folded I rest;
He leadeth my soul where the still waters flow,
Restores me when wandering, redeems when opprest.
Through the valley and shadow of death though I stray,Since Thou art my guardian, no evil I fear;Thy rod shall defend me, Thy staff be my stay;No harm can befall with my Comforter near.
Through the valley and shadow of death though I stray,
Since Thou art my guardian, no evil I fear;
Thy rod shall defend me, Thy staff be my stay;
No harm can befall with my Comforter near.
3In the midst of affliction my table is spread;With blessings unmeasured my cup runneth o’er;With perfume and oil Thou anointest my head;O, what shall I ask of Thy providence more?
3In the midst of affliction my table is spread;
With blessings unmeasured my cup runneth o’er;
With perfume and oil Thou anointest my head;
O, what shall I ask of Thy providence more?
4Let goodness and mercy, my bountiful God,Still follow my steps till I meet Thee above;I seek, by the path which my forefathers trodThrough the land of their sojourn, Thy kingdom of love.
4Let goodness and mercy, my bountiful God,
Still follow my steps till I meet Thee above;
I seek, by the path which my forefathers trod
Through the land of their sojourn, Thy kingdom of love.
248.7s. M.Sp. of the Psalms.He Shall Give His Angels Charge over Thee.1They, who on the Lord rely,Safely dwell, though danger’s nigh;Lo, His sheltering wings are spreadO’er each faithful servant’s head.2Vain temptation’s wily snare;They shall be the Father’s care;Harmless flies the shaft by day,Or in darkness wings its way.3When they wake, or when they sleep,Angel guards their vigils keep;Death and danger may be nearFaith and love can never fear.
7s. M.
Sp. of the Psalms.
1They, who on the Lord rely,Safely dwell, though danger’s nigh;Lo, His sheltering wings are spreadO’er each faithful servant’s head.
1They, who on the Lord rely,
Safely dwell, though danger’s nigh;
Lo, His sheltering wings are spread
O’er each faithful servant’s head.
2Vain temptation’s wily snare;They shall be the Father’s care;Harmless flies the shaft by day,Or in darkness wings its way.
2Vain temptation’s wily snare;
They shall be the Father’s care;
Harmless flies the shaft by day,
Or in darkness wings its way.
3When they wake, or when they sleep,Angel guards their vigils keep;Death and danger may be nearFaith and love can never fear.
3When they wake, or when they sleep,
Angel guards their vigils keep;
Death and danger may be near
Faith and love can never fear.
249.L. M.German.The Child of God.1None loves me, Father, with Thy love,None else can meet such needs as mine;O, grant me, as Thou shall approve,All that befits a child of Thine!From every doubt and fear release,And give me confidence and peace.2Give me a faith shall never fail,One that shall always work by love;And then, whatever foes assail,They shall but higher courage moveMore boldly for the truth to strive,And more by faith in Thee to live:3A heart, that, when my days are glad,May never from Thy way decline,And when the sky of life grows sad,May still submit its will to Thine,—A heart that loves to trust in Thee,A patient heart, create in me!
L. M.
German.
1None loves me, Father, with Thy love,None else can meet such needs as mine;O, grant me, as Thou shall approve,All that befits a child of Thine!From every doubt and fear release,And give me confidence and peace.
1None loves me, Father, with Thy love,
None else can meet such needs as mine;
O, grant me, as Thou shall approve,
All that befits a child of Thine!
From every doubt and fear release,
And give me confidence and peace.
2Give me a faith shall never fail,One that shall always work by love;And then, whatever foes assail,They shall but higher courage moveMore boldly for the truth to strive,And more by faith in Thee to live:
2Give me a faith shall never fail,
One that shall always work by love;
And then, whatever foes assail,
They shall but higher courage move
More boldly for the truth to strive,
And more by faith in Thee to live:
3A heart, that, when my days are glad,May never from Thy way decline,And when the sky of life grows sad,May still submit its will to Thine,—A heart that loves to trust in Thee,A patient heart, create in me!
3A heart, that, when my days are glad,
May never from Thy way decline,
And when the sky of life grows sad,
May still submit its will to Thine,—
A heart that loves to trust in Thee,
A patient heart, create in me!
250.L. M.Gaskell.Faith in God’s Love.1O Father! humbly we reposeOur souls on Thee, who dwell’st above,And bless Thee for the peace which flowsFrom faith in Thine encircling love.2Though every earthly trust may break,Infinite might belongs to Thee;Though every earthly friend forsake,Unchangeable Thou still wilt be.3Though griefs may gather darkly round,They cannot veil us from Thy sight;Though vain all human aid be found,Thou every grief canst turn to light.4All things Thy wise designs fulfil,In earth beneath, and heaven above,And good breaks out from every ill,Through faith in Thine encircling love.
L. M.
Gaskell.
1O Father! humbly we reposeOur souls on Thee, who dwell’st above,And bless Thee for the peace which flowsFrom faith in Thine encircling love.
1O Father! humbly we repose
Our souls on Thee, who dwell’st above,
And bless Thee for the peace which flows
From faith in Thine encircling love.
2Though every earthly trust may break,Infinite might belongs to Thee;Though every earthly friend forsake,Unchangeable Thou still wilt be.
2Though every earthly trust may break,
Infinite might belongs to Thee;
Though every earthly friend forsake,
Unchangeable Thou still wilt be.
3Though griefs may gather darkly round,They cannot veil us from Thy sight;Though vain all human aid be found,Thou every grief canst turn to light.
3Though griefs may gather darkly round,
They cannot veil us from Thy sight;
Though vain all human aid be found,
Thou every grief canst turn to light.
4All things Thy wise designs fulfil,In earth beneath, and heaven above,And good breaks out from every ill,Through faith in Thine encircling love.
4All things Thy wise designs fulfil,
In earth beneath, and heaven above,
And good breaks out from every ill,
Through faith in Thine encircling love.
251.L. M.*Dyer.All Things Work for Good.1We all, O Father, all are Thine;All feel Thy providential care;And, through each varying scene of life,Alike Thy constant love we share.2And whether grief oppress the heart;Or whether joy elate the breast;Or life still keep its little course;Or death invite the heart to rest;—4All are Thy messengers, and allThy sacred pleasure, Lord, obey;And all are training man to dwellNearer to heaven, and nearer Thee.
L. M.
*Dyer.
1We all, O Father, all are Thine;All feel Thy providential care;And, through each varying scene of life,Alike Thy constant love we share.
1We all, O Father, all are Thine;
All feel Thy providential care;
And, through each varying scene of life,
Alike Thy constant love we share.
2And whether grief oppress the heart;Or whether joy elate the breast;Or life still keep its little course;Or death invite the heart to rest;—
2And whether grief oppress the heart;
Or whether joy elate the breast;
Or life still keep its little course;
Or death invite the heart to rest;—
4All are Thy messengers, and allThy sacred pleasure, Lord, obey;And all are training man to dwellNearer to heaven, and nearer Thee.
4All are Thy messengers, and all
Thy sacred pleasure, Lord, obey;
And all are training man to dwell
Nearer to heaven, and nearer Thee.
252.L. M.*Bowring.Resignation.1O let my trembling soul be still,While darkness veils this mortal eye,And wait Thy wise and holy will,Though wrapped in fears and mystery:I cannot, Lord, Thy purpose see;Yet all is well since ruled by Thee!2When, mounted on Thy clouded car,Thou send’st Thy darker spirits down,I can discern Thy light afar,Thy light sweet beaming through their frown;And, should I faint a moment, thenI think of Thee, and smile again.3So, trusting in Thy love, I treadThe narrow path of duty on;What though some cherished joys are fled?What though some flattering dreams are gone?Yet purer, nobler joys remain,And peace is won through conquered pain.
L. M.
*Bowring.
1O let my trembling soul be still,While darkness veils this mortal eye,And wait Thy wise and holy will,Though wrapped in fears and mystery:I cannot, Lord, Thy purpose see;Yet all is well since ruled by Thee!
1O let my trembling soul be still,
While darkness veils this mortal eye,
And wait Thy wise and holy will,
Though wrapped in fears and mystery:
I cannot, Lord, Thy purpose see;
Yet all is well since ruled by Thee!
2When, mounted on Thy clouded car,Thou send’st Thy darker spirits down,I can discern Thy light afar,Thy light sweet beaming through their frown;And, should I faint a moment, thenI think of Thee, and smile again.
2When, mounted on Thy clouded car,
Thou send’st Thy darker spirits down,
I can discern Thy light afar,
Thy light sweet beaming through their frown;
And, should I faint a moment, then
I think of Thee, and smile again.
3So, trusting in Thy love, I treadThe narrow path of duty on;What though some cherished joys are fled?What though some flattering dreams are gone?Yet purer, nobler joys remain,And peace is won through conquered pain.
3So, trusting in Thy love, I tread
The narrow path of duty on;
What though some cherished joys are fled?
What though some flattering dreams are gone?
Yet purer, nobler joys remain,
And peace is won through conquered pain.
253.7 & 6s. M.*C. Wesley.Trust.1See the Lord, thy keeper, stand,Omnipotently near;Lo! He holds thee by the hand,And banishes thy fear;Shadows with His wings thy head;Guards from all impending harms;Round thee and beneath are spreadThe everlasting arms.2God shall bless thy going out,Shall bless thy coming in;Kindly compass thee about,And guard from every sin.Lean upon thy Father’s breast;He thy quiet spirit keeps;Rest in Him, securely rest;Thy Guardian never sleeps.3O, my soul, unceasing pray,And in thy God confide!He our faltering steps shall stay,Nor suffer us to slide:He is still our sure defence,We his ceaseless care shall prove,Kept by watchful ProvidenceAnd ever-waking love.
7 & 6s. M.
*C. Wesley.
1See the Lord, thy keeper, stand,Omnipotently near;Lo! He holds thee by the hand,And banishes thy fear;Shadows with His wings thy head;Guards from all impending harms;Round thee and beneath are spreadThe everlasting arms.
1See the Lord, thy keeper, stand,
Omnipotently near;
Lo! He holds thee by the hand,
And banishes thy fear;
Shadows with His wings thy head;
Guards from all impending harms;
Round thee and beneath are spread
The everlasting arms.
2God shall bless thy going out,Shall bless thy coming in;Kindly compass thee about,And guard from every sin.Lean upon thy Father’s breast;He thy quiet spirit keeps;Rest in Him, securely rest;Thy Guardian never sleeps.
2God shall bless thy going out,
Shall bless thy coming in;
Kindly compass thee about,
And guard from every sin.
Lean upon thy Father’s breast;
He thy quiet spirit keeps;
Rest in Him, securely rest;
Thy Guardian never sleeps.
3O, my soul, unceasing pray,And in thy God confide!He our faltering steps shall stay,Nor suffer us to slide:He is still our sure defence,We his ceaseless care shall prove,Kept by watchful ProvidenceAnd ever-waking love.
3O, my soul, unceasing pray,
And in thy God confide!
He our faltering steps shall stay,
Nor suffer us to slide:
He is still our sure defence,
We his ceaseless care shall prove,
Kept by watchful Providence
And ever-waking love.
254.S. M.Moravian.Reliance.1Commit thou all thy griefsAnd ways into His hands,To His sure trust and tender care,Who earth and heaven commands;2Who points the clouds their course,Whom winds and seas obey;He shall direct thy wandering feet,He shall prepare thy way.3No profit canst thou gainBy self-consuming care;To Him commend thy cause,—His earAttends the softest prayer.4Then on the Lord rely,So safe shall thou go on;Fix on His work thy steadfast eye,So shall thy work be done.
S. M.
Moravian.
1Commit thou all thy griefsAnd ways into His hands,To His sure trust and tender care,Who earth and heaven commands;
1Commit thou all thy griefs
And ways into His hands,
To His sure trust and tender care,
Who earth and heaven commands;
2Who points the clouds their course,Whom winds and seas obey;He shall direct thy wandering feet,He shall prepare thy way.
2Who points the clouds their course,
Whom winds and seas obey;
He shall direct thy wandering feet,
He shall prepare thy way.
3No profit canst thou gainBy self-consuming care;To Him commend thy cause,—His earAttends the softest prayer.
3No profit canst thou gain
By self-consuming care;
To Him commend thy cause,—His ear
Attends the softest prayer.
4Then on the Lord rely,So safe shall thou go on;Fix on His work thy steadfast eye,So shall thy work be done.
4Then on the Lord rely,
So safe shall thou go on;
Fix on His work thy steadfast eye,
So shall thy work be done.
255.C. M.Alford.God Our Refuge.Psalm xlvi.1God is our refuge and our strength,When trouble’s hour is near;A very present help is He;Therefore we will not fear.2Although the pillars of the earthShall clean removed be,The very mountains carried forth,And cast into the sea;3Although the waters rage and swell,So that the earth shall shake;Yea, and the solid mountain rootsShall with the tempest quake;4There is a river that makes gladThe city of our God;The tabernacle’s holy placeOf the Most High’s abode.5The Lord is in the midst of her,Removed she shall not be;Because the Lord our God himselfShall help her speedily.6The Lord our strength and refuge is,When trouble’s hour is near;A very present help is He;Therefore we will not fear.
C. M.
Alford.
Psalm xlvi.
1God is our refuge and our strength,When trouble’s hour is near;A very present help is He;Therefore we will not fear.
1God is our refuge and our strength,
When trouble’s hour is near;
A very present help is He;
Therefore we will not fear.
2Although the pillars of the earthShall clean removed be,The very mountains carried forth,And cast into the sea;
2Although the pillars of the earth
Shall clean removed be,
The very mountains carried forth,
And cast into the sea;
3Although the waters rage and swell,So that the earth shall shake;Yea, and the solid mountain rootsShall with the tempest quake;
3Although the waters rage and swell,
So that the earth shall shake;
Yea, and the solid mountain roots
Shall with the tempest quake;
4There is a river that makes gladThe city of our God;The tabernacle’s holy placeOf the Most High’s abode.
4There is a river that makes glad
The city of our God;
The tabernacle’s holy place
Of the Most High’s abode.
5The Lord is in the midst of her,Removed she shall not be;Because the Lord our God himselfShall help her speedily.
5The Lord is in the midst of her,
Removed she shall not be;
Because the Lord our God himself
Shall help her speedily.
6The Lord our strength and refuge is,When trouble’s hour is near;A very present help is He;Therefore we will not fear.
6The Lord our strength and refuge is,
When trouble’s hour is near;
A very present help is He;
Therefore we will not fear.
256.S. M.Moravian.Be of Good Courage.1Give to the winds thy fears!Hope and be undismayed!God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears;God shall lift up thy head.2Through waves, through clouds and storms,He gently clears thy way;Wait thou His time, so shall the nightSoon end in joyous day.3He everywhere hath rule,And all things serve His might;His every act pure blessing is,His path, unsullied light.4Thou comprehend’st Him not;Yet earth and heaven tell,God sits as sovereign on the throne;He ruleth all things well.5Thou seest our weakness, Lord,Our hearts are known to Thee;O, lift Thou up the sinking hand,Confirm the feeble knee!6Let us, in life or death,Boldly Thy truth declare;And publish, with our latest breath,Thy love and guardian care.
S. M.
Moravian.
1Give to the winds thy fears!Hope and be undismayed!God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears;God shall lift up thy head.
1Give to the winds thy fears!
Hope and be undismayed!
God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears;
God shall lift up thy head.
2Through waves, through clouds and storms,He gently clears thy way;Wait thou His time, so shall the nightSoon end in joyous day.
2Through waves, through clouds and storms,
He gently clears thy way;
Wait thou His time, so shall the night
Soon end in joyous day.
3He everywhere hath rule,And all things serve His might;His every act pure blessing is,His path, unsullied light.
3He everywhere hath rule,
And all things serve His might;
His every act pure blessing is,
His path, unsullied light.
4Thou comprehend’st Him not;Yet earth and heaven tell,God sits as sovereign on the throne;He ruleth all things well.
4Thou comprehend’st Him not;
Yet earth and heaven tell,
God sits as sovereign on the throne;
He ruleth all things well.
5Thou seest our weakness, Lord,Our hearts are known to Thee;O, lift Thou up the sinking hand,Confirm the feeble knee!
5Thou seest our weakness, Lord,
Our hearts are known to Thee;
O, lift Thou up the sinking hand,
Confirm the feeble knee!
6Let us, in life or death,Boldly Thy truth declare;And publish, with our latest breath,Thy love and guardian care.
6Let us, in life or death,
Boldly Thy truth declare;
And publish, with our latest breath,
Thy love and guardian care.
257.S. M.Anonymous.Rejoice in the Lord Alway.1Rejoice in God alway;When earth looks heavenly bright,When joy makes glad the livelong day,And peace shuts in the night.2Rejoice when care and woeThe fainting soul oppress;When tears at wakeful midnight flow,And morn brings heaviness.3Rejoice in hope and fear;Rejoice in life and death;Rejoice when threatening storms are near,And comfort languisheth.4When should not they rejoice,Whom Christ his brethren calls;Who hear and know his guiding voice,When on their hearts it falls?5So, though our path is steep,And many a tempest lowers,Shall his own peace our spirits keep,And Christ’s dear love be ours.
S. M.
Anonymous.
1Rejoice in God alway;When earth looks heavenly bright,When joy makes glad the livelong day,And peace shuts in the night.
1Rejoice in God alway;
When earth looks heavenly bright,
When joy makes glad the livelong day,
And peace shuts in the night.
2Rejoice when care and woeThe fainting soul oppress;When tears at wakeful midnight flow,And morn brings heaviness.
2Rejoice when care and woe
The fainting soul oppress;
When tears at wakeful midnight flow,
And morn brings heaviness.
3Rejoice in hope and fear;Rejoice in life and death;Rejoice when threatening storms are near,And comfort languisheth.
3Rejoice in hope and fear;
Rejoice in life and death;
Rejoice when threatening storms are near,
And comfort languisheth.
4When should not they rejoice,Whom Christ his brethren calls;Who hear and know his guiding voice,When on their hearts it falls?
4When should not they rejoice,
Whom Christ his brethren calls;
Who hear and know his guiding voice,
When on their hearts it falls?
5So, though our path is steep,And many a tempest lowers,Shall his own peace our spirits keep,And Christ’s dear love be ours.
5So, though our path is steep,
And many a tempest lowers,
Shall his own peace our spirits keep,
And Christ’s dear love be ours.
258.S. M.*Doddridge.God Will Provide.1How gentle God’s commands!How kind His precepts are!Come, leave your burdens to the Lord,And trust His constant care.2His bounty will provide;Ye shall securely dwell;The hand that bears creation upShall guard His children well.3O, why should anxious thoughtPress down your weary mind?Come, seek your Heavenly Father’s face,And peace and gladness find.4His goodness stands for allUnchanged from day to day;We’ll drop our burden at His feet,And bear a song away.
S. M.
*Doddridge.
1How gentle God’s commands!How kind His precepts are!Come, leave your burdens to the Lord,And trust His constant care.
1How gentle God’s commands!
How kind His precepts are!
Come, leave your burdens to the Lord,
And trust His constant care.
2His bounty will provide;Ye shall securely dwell;The hand that bears creation upShall guard His children well.
2His bounty will provide;
Ye shall securely dwell;
The hand that bears creation up
Shall guard His children well.
3O, why should anxious thoughtPress down your weary mind?Come, seek your Heavenly Father’s face,And peace and gladness find.
3O, why should anxious thought
Press down your weary mind?
Come, seek your Heavenly Father’s face,
And peace and gladness find.
4His goodness stands for allUnchanged from day to day;We’ll drop our burden at His feet,And bear a song away.
4His goodness stands for all
Unchanged from day to day;
We’ll drop our burden at His feet,
And bear a song away.
259.C. M.Cowper.The Mysteries of God’s Providence.1God moves in a mysterious way,His wonders to perform;He plants His footsteps in the sea,And rides upon the storm.2Deep in unfathomable minesOf never-failing skill,He treasures up His vast designs,And works His sovereign will.3Ye fearful saints! fresh courage take;The clouds ye so much dreadAre big with mercy, and will breakIn blessings on your head.4Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,But trust Him for His grace;Behind a frowning providenceHe hides a smiling face.5His purposes will ripen fast,Unfolding every hour;The bud may have a bitter taste,But sweet will be the flower.6Blind unbelief is sure to err,And scan his work in vain;God is His own interpreter,And He will make it plain.
C. M.
Cowper.
1God moves in a mysterious way,His wonders to perform;He plants His footsteps in the sea,And rides upon the storm.
1God moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.
2Deep in unfathomable minesOf never-failing skill,He treasures up His vast designs,And works His sovereign will.
2Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill,
He treasures up His vast designs,
And works His sovereign will.
3Ye fearful saints! fresh courage take;The clouds ye so much dreadAre big with mercy, and will breakIn blessings on your head.
3Ye fearful saints! fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and will break
In blessings on your head.
4Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,But trust Him for His grace;Behind a frowning providenceHe hides a smiling face.
4Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.
5His purposes will ripen fast,Unfolding every hour;The bud may have a bitter taste,But sweet will be the flower.
5His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.
6Blind unbelief is sure to err,And scan his work in vain;God is His own interpreter,And He will make it plain.
6Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain;
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.
260.C. M.Merrick.“He Knoweth What Ye Have Need Of.”1Author of good, we rest on Thee;Thine ever watchful eyeAlone our real wants can see,Thy hand alone supply.2In Thine all-gracious providenceOur cheerful hopes confide;O, let Thy power be our defence,Thy love our footsteps guide!3And since, by passion’s force subdued,Too oft, with stubborn will,We blindly shun the latent good,And grasp the specious ill,—4Not what we wish, but what we want,Thy mercy still supply!The good unasked, O Father, grant;The ill, though asked, deny!
C. M.
Merrick.
1Author of good, we rest on Thee;Thine ever watchful eyeAlone our real wants can see,Thy hand alone supply.
1Author of good, we rest on Thee;
Thine ever watchful eye
Alone our real wants can see,
Thy hand alone supply.
2In Thine all-gracious providenceOur cheerful hopes confide;O, let Thy power be our defence,Thy love our footsteps guide!
2In Thine all-gracious providence
Our cheerful hopes confide;
O, let Thy power be our defence,
Thy love our footsteps guide!
3And since, by passion’s force subdued,Too oft, with stubborn will,We blindly shun the latent good,And grasp the specious ill,—
3And since, by passion’s force subdued,
Too oft, with stubborn will,
We blindly shun the latent good,
And grasp the specious ill,—
4Not what we wish, but what we want,Thy mercy still supply!The good unasked, O Father, grant;The ill, though asked, deny!
4Not what we wish, but what we want,
Thy mercy still supply!
The good unasked, O Father, grant;
The ill, though asked, deny!
261.L. M.Collett.Reliance.1Through all the various shifting sceneOf life’s mistaken ill or good,Thy hand, O God! conducts, unseen,The beautiful vicissitude.2Thou givest with paternal care,Howe’er unjustly we complain,To all their necessary shareOf joy and sorrow, health and pain.3All things on earth, and all in heaven,On Thine eternal will depend;And all for greater good were given,Would man pursue the appointed end.4Be this my care!—to all besideIndifferent let my wishes be;Passion be calm, and dumb be pride,And fixed my soul, great God! on Thee.
L. M.
Collett.
1Through all the various shifting sceneOf life’s mistaken ill or good,Thy hand, O God! conducts, unseen,The beautiful vicissitude.
1Through all the various shifting scene
Of life’s mistaken ill or good,
Thy hand, O God! conducts, unseen,
The beautiful vicissitude.
2Thou givest with paternal care,Howe’er unjustly we complain,To all their necessary shareOf joy and sorrow, health and pain.
2Thou givest with paternal care,
Howe’er unjustly we complain,
To all their necessary share
Of joy and sorrow, health and pain.
3All things on earth, and all in heaven,On Thine eternal will depend;And all for greater good were given,Would man pursue the appointed end.
3All things on earth, and all in heaven,
On Thine eternal will depend;
And all for greater good were given,
Would man pursue the appointed end.
4Be this my care!—to all besideIndifferent let my wishes be;Passion be calm, and dumb be pride,And fixed my soul, great God! on Thee.
4Be this my care!—to all beside
Indifferent let my wishes be;
Passion be calm, and dumb be pride,
And fixed my soul, great God! on Thee.
262.C. M.Anonymous.Trust in the Lord.1When grief and anguish press me down,And hope and comfort flee,I cling, O Father, to Thy throne,And stay my heart on Thee.2When death invades my peaceful home,The sundered ties shall beA closer bond, in time to come,To bind my heart to Thee.3Lord, not my will, but Thine, be done!My soul, from fear set free,Her faith shall anchor at Thy throne,And trust alone in Thee.
C. M.
Anonymous.
1When grief and anguish press me down,And hope and comfort flee,I cling, O Father, to Thy throne,And stay my heart on Thee.
1When grief and anguish press me down,
And hope and comfort flee,
I cling, O Father, to Thy throne,
And stay my heart on Thee.
2When death invades my peaceful home,The sundered ties shall beA closer bond, in time to come,To bind my heart to Thee.
2When death invades my peaceful home,
The sundered ties shall be
A closer bond, in time to come,
To bind my heart to Thee.
3Lord, not my will, but Thine, be done!My soul, from fear set free,Her faith shall anchor at Thy throne,And trust alone in Thee.
3Lord, not my will, but Thine, be done!
My soul, from fear set free,
Her faith shall anchor at Thy throne,
And trust alone in Thee.
263.P. M.Anonymous.Thy Will Be Done.1My God, my Father, while I strayFar from my home on life’s rough way,O, teach me from my heart to say,Thy will, my God, be done!2Though dark my path, and sad my lot,Let me be still, and murmur not,But breathe the prayer divinely taught,Thy will, my God, be done!3What though in lonely grief I sighFor friends beloved, no longer nigh?Submissive still would I reply,Thy will, my God, be done!4If Thou shouldst call me to resignWhat most I prize,—it ne’er was mine,—I only yield Thee what is Thine;Thy will, my God, be done!5Should pining sickness waste awayMy life in premature decay,In life or death teach me to say,Thy will, my God, be done!6Renew my will from day to day,Blend it with Thine, and take awayWhate’er now makes it hard to say,Thy will, my God, be done!
P. M.
Anonymous.
1My God, my Father, while I strayFar from my home on life’s rough way,O, teach me from my heart to say,Thy will, my God, be done!
1My God, my Father, while I stray
Far from my home on life’s rough way,
O, teach me from my heart to say,
Thy will, my God, be done!
2Though dark my path, and sad my lot,Let me be still, and murmur not,But breathe the prayer divinely taught,Thy will, my God, be done!
2Though dark my path, and sad my lot,
Let me be still, and murmur not,
But breathe the prayer divinely taught,
Thy will, my God, be done!
3What though in lonely grief I sighFor friends beloved, no longer nigh?Submissive still would I reply,Thy will, my God, be done!
3What though in lonely grief I sigh
For friends beloved, no longer nigh?
Submissive still would I reply,
Thy will, my God, be done!
4If Thou shouldst call me to resignWhat most I prize,—it ne’er was mine,—I only yield Thee what is Thine;Thy will, my God, be done!
4If Thou shouldst call me to resign
What most I prize,—it ne’er was mine,—
I only yield Thee what is Thine;
Thy will, my God, be done!
5Should pining sickness waste awayMy life in premature decay,In life or death teach me to say,Thy will, my God, be done!
5Should pining sickness waste away
My life in premature decay,
In life or death teach me to say,
Thy will, my God, be done!
6Renew my will from day to day,Blend it with Thine, and take awayWhate’er now makes it hard to say,Thy will, my God, be done!
6Renew my will from day to day,
Blend it with Thine, and take away
Whate’er now makes it hard to say,
Thy will, my God, be done!
264.L. M.Sarah F. Adams.Thy Will Be Done!1He sendeth sun, He sendeth shower;Alike they’re needful for the flower;And joys and tears alike are sentTo give the soul fit nourishment:As comes to me or cloud or sun,Father, Thy will, not mine, be done!2Can loving children e’er reproveWith murmurs whom they trust and love?Creator! I would ever beA trusting, loving child to TheeAs comes to me or cloud or sun,Father, Thy will, not mine, be done!3O, ne’er will I at life repine!Enough that Thou hast made it mine.When falls the shadow cold of death,I yet will sing, with parting breath,—As comes to me or shade or sun,Father, Thy will, not mine, be done!
L. M.
Sarah F. Adams.
1He sendeth sun, He sendeth shower;Alike they’re needful for the flower;And joys and tears alike are sentTo give the soul fit nourishment:As comes to me or cloud or sun,Father, Thy will, not mine, be done!
1He sendeth sun, He sendeth shower;
Alike they’re needful for the flower;
And joys and tears alike are sent
To give the soul fit nourishment:
As comes to me or cloud or sun,
Father, Thy will, not mine, be done!
2Can loving children e’er reproveWith murmurs whom they trust and love?Creator! I would ever beA trusting, loving child to TheeAs comes to me or cloud or sun,Father, Thy will, not mine, be done!
2Can loving children e’er reprove
With murmurs whom they trust and love?
Creator! I would ever be
A trusting, loving child to Thee
As comes to me or cloud or sun,
Father, Thy will, not mine, be done!
3O, ne’er will I at life repine!Enough that Thou hast made it mine.When falls the shadow cold of death,I yet will sing, with parting breath,—As comes to me or shade or sun,Father, Thy will, not mine, be done!
3O, ne’er will I at life repine!
Enough that Thou hast made it mine.
When falls the shadow cold of death,
I yet will sing, with parting breath,—
As comes to me or shade or sun,
Father, Thy will, not mine, be done!
265.P. M.Bowring.Thy Will Be Done!1Thy will be done! In devious wayThe hurrying stream of life may run;Yet still our grateful hearts shall sayThy will be done!2Thy will be done! If o’er us shineA gladdening and a prosperous sun,This prayer shall make it more divine:—Thy will be done!3Thy will be done! Though shrouded o’erOur path with gloom, one comfort, one,Is ours,—to breathe, while we adore,Thy will be done!
P. M.
Bowring.
1Thy will be done! In devious wayThe hurrying stream of life may run;Yet still our grateful hearts shall sayThy will be done!
1Thy will be done! In devious way
The hurrying stream of life may run;
Yet still our grateful hearts shall say
Thy will be done!
2Thy will be done! If o’er us shineA gladdening and a prosperous sun,This prayer shall make it more divine:—Thy will be done!
2Thy will be done! If o’er us shine
A gladdening and a prosperous sun,
This prayer shall make it more divine:—
Thy will be done!
3Thy will be done! Though shrouded o’erOur path with gloom, one comfort, one,Is ours,—to breathe, while we adore,Thy will be done!
3Thy will be done! Though shrouded o’er
Our path with gloom, one comfort, one,
Is ours,—to breathe, while we adore,
Thy will be done!
266.L. M.Mrs. Gilman.A Father’s Care.1Is there a lone and dreary hour,When worldly pleasures lose their power;—My Father! let me turn to Thee,And set each thought of darkness free.2Is there a time of racking grief,Which scorns the prospect of relief;My Father! break the cheerless gloom,And bid my heart its calm resume.3Is there an hour of peace and joy,When hope is all my soul’s employ;—My Father! still my hopes will roam,Until they rest with Thee, their home.4The noontide blaze, the midnight scene,The dawn, or twilight’s sweet serene,The glow of health, the dying hour,Shall own my Father’s grace and power.
L. M.
Mrs. Gilman.
1Is there a lone and dreary hour,When worldly pleasures lose their power;—My Father! let me turn to Thee,And set each thought of darkness free.
1Is there a lone and dreary hour,
When worldly pleasures lose their power;—
My Father! let me turn to Thee,
And set each thought of darkness free.
2Is there a time of racking grief,Which scorns the prospect of relief;My Father! break the cheerless gloom,And bid my heart its calm resume.
2Is there a time of racking grief,
Which scorns the prospect of relief;
My Father! break the cheerless gloom,
And bid my heart its calm resume.
3Is there an hour of peace and joy,When hope is all my soul’s employ;—My Father! still my hopes will roam,Until they rest with Thee, their home.
3Is there an hour of peace and joy,
When hope is all my soul’s employ;—
My Father! still my hopes will roam,
Until they rest with Thee, their home.
4The noontide blaze, the midnight scene,The dawn, or twilight’s sweet serene,The glow of health, the dying hour,Shall own my Father’s grace and power.
4The noontide blaze, the midnight scene,
The dawn, or twilight’s sweet serene,
The glow of health, the dying hour,
Shall own my Father’s grace and power.
267.7s. M.Heber.Consider the Lilies.1Lo, the lilies of the field!How their leaves instruction yield!Hark to nature’s lesson givenBy the blessed birds of heaven!Every bush and tufted treeWarbles trust and piety:—Mortals, banish doubt and sorrow,God provideth for the morrow.2One there lives, whose guardian eyeGuides our earthly destiny;One there lives, who, Lord of all,Keeps His children lest they fall:Pass we, then, in love and praise,Trusting Him through all our days,Free from doubt and faithless sorrow,—God provideth for the morrow.
7s. M.
Heber.
1Lo, the lilies of the field!How their leaves instruction yield!Hark to nature’s lesson givenBy the blessed birds of heaven!Every bush and tufted treeWarbles trust and piety:—Mortals, banish doubt and sorrow,God provideth for the morrow.
1Lo, the lilies of the field!
How their leaves instruction yield!
Hark to nature’s lesson given
By the blessed birds of heaven!
Every bush and tufted tree
Warbles trust and piety:—
Mortals, banish doubt and sorrow,
God provideth for the morrow.
2One there lives, whose guardian eyeGuides our earthly destiny;One there lives, who, Lord of all,Keeps His children lest they fall:Pass we, then, in love and praise,Trusting Him through all our days,Free from doubt and faithless sorrow,—God provideth for the morrow.
2One there lives, whose guardian eye
Guides our earthly destiny;
One there lives, who, Lord of all,
Keeps His children lest they fall:
Pass we, then, in love and praise,
Trusting Him through all our days,
Free from doubt and faithless sorrow,—
God provideth for the morrow.
268.10s. M.Jones Very.The Son.1Father! I wait Thy word. The sun doth standBeneath the mingling line of night and day,A listening servant, waiting Thy command,To roll rejoicing on its silent way.2The tongue of time abides the appointed hour,Till on our ear its solemn warnings fall;The heavy cloud withholds the pelting shower,—Then, every drop speeds onward at Thy call.3The bird reposes on the yielding bough,With breast unswollen by the tide of song;—So does my spirit wait Thy presence now,To pour Thy praise in quickening life along.
10s. M.
Jones Very.
1Father! I wait Thy word. The sun doth standBeneath the mingling line of night and day,A listening servant, waiting Thy command,To roll rejoicing on its silent way.
1Father! I wait Thy word. The sun doth stand
Beneath the mingling line of night and day,
A listening servant, waiting Thy command,
To roll rejoicing on its silent way.
2The tongue of time abides the appointed hour,Till on our ear its solemn warnings fall;The heavy cloud withholds the pelting shower,—Then, every drop speeds onward at Thy call.
2The tongue of time abides the appointed hour,
Till on our ear its solemn warnings fall;
The heavy cloud withholds the pelting shower,—
Then, every drop speeds onward at Thy call.
3The bird reposes on the yielding bough,With breast unswollen by the tide of song;—So does my spirit wait Thy presence now,To pour Thy praise in quickening life along.
3The bird reposes on the yielding bough,
With breast unswollen by the tide of song;—
So does my spirit wait Thy presence now,
To pour Thy praise in quickening life along.
269.7s. M.Bowring.“Father! Glorify Thy Name!”1Father! glorify Thy name!Whatsoe’er our portion be,Wheresoever led by Thee,If to glory,—if to shame,—Father! glorify Thy name!2Let Thy name be glorified!If in doubt and darkness lost,Hope deceived and purpose crost,Naught amiss can e’er betide,—Let Thy name be glorified!3Father! glorify Thy name!Vain and blind our wishes are;This can be no idle prayer,This can be no worthless claim,—Father! glorify Thy name!
7s. M.
Bowring.
1Father! glorify Thy name!Whatsoe’er our portion be,Wheresoever led by Thee,If to glory,—if to shame,—Father! glorify Thy name!
1Father! glorify Thy name!
Whatsoe’er our portion be,
Wheresoever led by Thee,
If to glory,—if to shame,—
Father! glorify Thy name!
2Let Thy name be glorified!If in doubt and darkness lost,Hope deceived and purpose crost,Naught amiss can e’er betide,—Let Thy name be glorified!
2Let Thy name be glorified!
If in doubt and darkness lost,
Hope deceived and purpose crost,
Naught amiss can e’er betide,—
Let Thy name be glorified!
3Father! glorify Thy name!Vain and blind our wishes are;This can be no idle prayer,This can be no worthless claim,—Father! glorify Thy name!
3Father! glorify Thy name!
Vain and blind our wishes are;
This can be no idle prayer,
This can be no worthless claim,—
Father! glorify Thy name!
270.L. M.C. Wesley.God Leads Us Right.1Leader of Israel’s host, and GuideOf all who seek the land above,Beneath Thy shadow we abide,The cloud of Thy protecting love;Our strength Thy grace, our rule Thy word,Our end the glory of the Lord.2By Thine unerring Spirit led,We shall not in the desert stray,We shall not full direction need,Nor miss our providential way;As far from danger as from fear,While love, almighty love, is near.
L. M.
C. Wesley.
1Leader of Israel’s host, and GuideOf all who seek the land above,Beneath Thy shadow we abide,The cloud of Thy protecting love;Our strength Thy grace, our rule Thy word,Our end the glory of the Lord.
1Leader of Israel’s host, and Guide
Of all who seek the land above,
Beneath Thy shadow we abide,
The cloud of Thy protecting love;
Our strength Thy grace, our rule Thy word,
Our end the glory of the Lord.
2By Thine unerring Spirit led,We shall not in the desert stray,We shall not full direction need,Nor miss our providential way;As far from danger as from fear,While love, almighty love, is near.
2By Thine unerring Spirit led,
We shall not in the desert stray,
We shall not full direction need,
Nor miss our providential way;
As far from danger as from fear,
While love, almighty love, is near.
271.7s. M.*Cowper.The Cross.1’Tis my happiness belowNot to live without the cross,But the Saviour’s power to know,Sanctifying every loss:Trials must and will befall;But with humble faith to seeLove inscribed upon them all,—This is happiness to me.2God in Israel sows the seedsOf affliction, pain, and toil;These spring up, and choke the weedsWhich would else o’erspread the soil;Trials make our faith sublime,Trials give new life to prayer,Lift us to a holier clime,Make us strong to do and bear.
7s. M.
*Cowper.
1’Tis my happiness belowNot to live without the cross,But the Saviour’s power to know,Sanctifying every loss:Trials must and will befall;But with humble faith to seeLove inscribed upon them all,—This is happiness to me.
1’Tis my happiness below
Not to live without the cross,
But the Saviour’s power to know,
Sanctifying every loss:
Trials must and will befall;
But with humble faith to see
Love inscribed upon them all,—
This is happiness to me.
2God in Israel sows the seedsOf affliction, pain, and toil;These spring up, and choke the weedsWhich would else o’erspread the soil;Trials make our faith sublime,Trials give new life to prayer,Lift us to a holier clime,Make us strong to do and bear.
2God in Israel sows the seeds
Of affliction, pain, and toil;
These spring up, and choke the weeds
Which would else o’erspread the soil;
Trials make our faith sublime,
Trials give new life to prayer,
Lift us to a holier clime,
Make us strong to do and bear.
272.8 & 7s. M.Anonymous.Taking up the Cross.1Saviour! I my cross have taken,All to leave, and follow thee;Though by all things else forsaken,Thou shall my Redeemer be.2Perish every fond ambition,All I’ve sought, or hoped, or known,Yet, how rich is my condition!God and heaven are still mine own.3Know, my soul, thy full salvation;Rise o’er sin, and fear, and care;Joy to find, in every station,Something still to do and bear.4Think what Spirit dwells within thee;Think what Father’s smiles are thine;Think that Jesus died to win thee;Child of heaven, canst thou repine?5Haste thee on from cross to glory,Armed by faith and winged by prayer;Heaven’s eternal day's before thee,God’s own hand shall lead thee there.
8 & 7s. M.
Anonymous.
1Saviour! I my cross have taken,All to leave, and follow thee;Though by all things else forsaken,Thou shall my Redeemer be.
1Saviour! I my cross have taken,
All to leave, and follow thee;
Though by all things else forsaken,
Thou shall my Redeemer be.
2Perish every fond ambition,All I’ve sought, or hoped, or known,Yet, how rich is my condition!God and heaven are still mine own.
2Perish every fond ambition,
All I’ve sought, or hoped, or known,
Yet, how rich is my condition!
God and heaven are still mine own.
3Know, my soul, thy full salvation;Rise o’er sin, and fear, and care;Joy to find, in every station,Something still to do and bear.
3Know, my soul, thy full salvation;
Rise o’er sin, and fear, and care;
Joy to find, in every station,
Something still to do and bear.
4Think what Spirit dwells within thee;Think what Father’s smiles are thine;Think that Jesus died to win thee;Child of heaven, canst thou repine?
4Think what Spirit dwells within thee;
Think what Father’s smiles are thine;
Think that Jesus died to win thee;
Child of heaven, canst thou repine?
5Haste thee on from cross to glory,Armed by faith and winged by prayer;Heaven’s eternal day's before thee,God’s own hand shall lead thee there.
5Haste thee on from cross to glory,
Armed by faith and winged by prayer;
Heaven’s eternal day's before thee,
God’s own hand shall lead thee there.
273.C. M.Moore.Faith.1The dove, let loose in Eastern skies,Returning fondly home,Ne’er stoops to earth her wing, nor fliesWhere idle warblers roam;2But high she shoots through air and light,Above all low delay,Where nothing earthly bounds her flight,Nor shadow dims her way.3So grant me, Lord, from every snareAnd stain of passion free,Aloft, through faith’s serener air,To urge my course to Thee:4No sin to cloud, no lure to stay,My soul, as home she springs;Thy sunshine on her joyful way,Thy freedom on her wings!
C. M.
Moore.
1The dove, let loose in Eastern skies,Returning fondly home,Ne’er stoops to earth her wing, nor fliesWhere idle warblers roam;
1The dove, let loose in Eastern skies,
Returning fondly home,
Ne’er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies
Where idle warblers roam;
2But high she shoots through air and light,Above all low delay,Where nothing earthly bounds her flight,Nor shadow dims her way.
2But high she shoots through air and light,
Above all low delay,
Where nothing earthly bounds her flight,
Nor shadow dims her way.
3So grant me, Lord, from every snareAnd stain of passion free,Aloft, through faith’s serener air,To urge my course to Thee:
3So grant me, Lord, from every snare
And stain of passion free,
Aloft, through faith’s serener air,
To urge my course to Thee:
4No sin to cloud, no lure to stay,My soul, as home she springs;Thy sunshine on her joyful way,Thy freedom on her wings!
4No sin to cloud, no lure to stay,
My soul, as home she springs;
Thy sunshine on her joyful way,
Thy freedom on her wings!