Love inscribed upon them all, God, in Israel, sows the seeds These spring up and choke the weeds TUNE "GERMAN HYMN." 56-THY WILL BE DONE. CHARLOTTE ELLIOTT, a life-long invalid, wrote several hymns, each of which is as a chalice in which she has preserved for the consolation of other sufferers the fruit of her own prolonged affliction. Of these "Thy will be done" is the first and best. Y Father, while I stray My God, my Fat home, on life's rough way, O teach me from my heart to say, — If Thou shouldst call me to resign E'en if again I ne'er should see The friend more dear than life to me, Should pining sickness waste away If but my fainting heart be blest Renew my will from day to day; Then, when on earth I breathe no more Thy will be done! TUNE "TROYTE'S CHANT." 57-MY GOD, MY FATHER, BLISSFUL NAME. THIS famous hymn, by Miss Steele, the daughter of a Baptist minister in a Hampshire village, is described by Archdeacon Wilson, of Manchester, as the first of the three hundred which he learned as a boy, and which entered into his bone and blood as the true philosophy of life and the wisest prayer. My God, my Father, blissful name! O may I call Thee mine? May I with sweet assurance claim This only can my fears control, soul Whate'er Thy Providence denies, For Thou art good and just and wise: Whate'er Thy sacred will ordains, Thy sovereign ways are all unknown My God, my Father, be Thy name O wilt Thou seal my humble claim, TUNE "LINCOLN." 58-O THOU, FROM WHOM ALL GOODNESS FLOWS. THIS hymn was written by Thomas Haweis, who lived from 1732 to 1820. O THOU, from whom all goodness flows, In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes, Good Lord, remember me. When on my aching, burdened heart My pardon speak, new peace impart; When trials sore obstruct my way, And ills I cannot flee, Lord, let my strength be as my day ; When worn with pain, disease, and grief, Grant patience, rest, and kind relief, If on my face, for Thy dear name, When, in the solemn hour of death, Saviour, with my last parting breath I'll cry, TUNE "DALEHURST." When Henry Martyn, one of the earliest and most saintly of the Protestant missionaries, was labouring in Persia, he found much consolation by repeating in his tent, amid the revilings of his persecutors: If on my face, for Thy dear name All hail reproach, and welcome shame, The Rev. C. H. E. White mentions, as an incident in his own experience, that O Thou, from whom all goodness flows" was the means of the conversion of a young guardsman, who was executed for murder. His last word on the scaffold was the burden of the hymn, "Oh Lord, remember me." The rector says: "The hymn, always a favourite with me, is now very specially written on my heart, and it is a hymn which has helped me not a little." 59 THE EMPEROR FREDERICK'S HYMN. WHEN the Emperor Frederick lay dying of the cancer which made his brief reign but one long agony, he was said to have derived much help and comfort in the gloom by the following simple hymn, written by a lad of twelve, named Ernst von Willich. The boy was an invalid, and, like many others greater than he, had learnt in suffering what he taught in song. The hymn has been Englished as follows: F the Lord me sorrow send, IF Let me bear it patiently; Lifting up my heart in prayer, Though the heart is often weak, So I pray, Oh Lord, my God, TUNE-"Dix." |