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4 If Thou should'st call me to resign

What most I prize, it ne'er was mine;
I only yield Thee what is Thine :

" Thy will be done !”
5 Let but my fainting heart be blest

With Thy good Spirit for its guest,
My God, to Thee I leave the rest,

Thy will be done !”
6 Renew my will from day to day,

Blend it with Thine, and take away
All that now makes it hard to say,

“ Thy will be done ! ”
Then, when on earth I breathe no more
The prayer oft mixed with tears before,
I'll sing upon a happier shore,
“Thy will be done ! ”

C. Elliott. 594

P. M. 8,4,8,4,8,4. My God, I thank Thee, who hast ade

The earth so bright;
So full of splendor and of joy,

Beauty and light;
So many glorious things are here,

Noble and right.
2 I thank Thee too that Thou hast made

Joy to abound;
So many gentle thoughts and deeds

Circling us round,
That in the darkest spot of earth

Some love is found.

3 I thank Thee more that all our joy

Is touched with pain ;
That shadows fall on brightest hours ;

That thorns remain ;
So that earth's bliss may be our guide,

And not our chain.

4 For Thou who knowest, Lord, how soon

Our weak heart clings,
Hast given us joys, tender and true,

Yet all with wings ;
So that we see, gleaming on high,

Diviner things. 5 I thank Thee, Lord, that Thou hast kept

The best in store ;
We have enough, yet not too much

To long for more :
A yearning for a deeper peace,

Not known before. 6 I thank Thee, Lord, that here our souls,

Though amply blest,
Can never find, although they seek,

A perfect rest;
Nor ever shall, until they lean
On Jesus' breast.

A. A. Procter. 595

L. M. 61. WHEN gathering clouds around I view, And days are dark, and friends are few, On Him I lean, who not in vain Experienced every human pain ; He sees my wants, allays my fears,

And counts and treasures up my tears. 2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray

From heavenly wisdom's narrow way,
To fly the good I would pursue,
Or do the sin I would not do,
Still He, who felt temptation's power,

Shall guard me in that dangerous hour. 3 If wounded love my bosom swell,

Deceived by those i prized too well,
He shall His pitying aid bestow,
Who felt on earth severer woe,

At once betrayed, denied, or fled,

By those who shared His daily bread. 4 If vexing thoughts within me rise,

And, sore dismayed, my spirit dies,
Still' He, who once vouchsafed to bear
The sickening anguish of despair,
Shall sweetly soothe, shall gently dry,

The throbbing heart, the streaming eye. 5 When, sorrowing, o'er some stone I bend,

Which covers what was once a friend,
And from his voice, his hand, his smile,
Divides me for a little while,
Thou, Saviour, mark'st the tears I shed,

For Thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead. 6 And oh, when I have safely past

Through every conflict but the last;
Still, still unchanging, watch beside
My painful bed, for Thou hast died :
Then point to realms of cloudless day,
And wipe the latest tear away.

R. Grant. 596

11s, 10s. COME unto Me, when shadows darkly

gather, When the sad heart is weary and dis

tressed, Seeking for comfort from your heavenly

Come unto Me, and I will give you

rest. 2 Ye who have mourned when the spring

flowers were taken, When the ripe fruit fell richly to the


When the loved slept, in brighter homes

to waken, Where their pale brows with spirit

wreaths are crowned. 3 Large are the mansions in Thy Father's

dwelling, Glad are the homes that sorrows never


Sweet are the harps in holy music swel

ling, Soft are the tones which raise the heav

enly hymn. 4 There, like an Eden blossoming in glad

ness, Bloom the fair flowers the earth too

rudely pressed : Come unto Me all ye who droop in sad

ness, Come unto Me, and I will give you rest!

C. H. Esling. 597

L. M. God of my life, to Thee I call : Afflicted, at Thy feet I fall : When the great water-floods prevail,

Leave not my trembling heart to fail. 2 Friend of the friendless and the faint,

Where should I lodge my deep complaint ? Where but with Thee, whose open door

Invites the helpless and the poor?
3 Did ever mourner plead with Thee,

And Thou refuse that mourner's plea ?
Does not the word still fixed remain,

That none shall seek Thy face in vain ? 4 That were a grief I could not bear,

Didst Thou not hear and answer prayer ;

But a prayer-hearing, answering God

Supports me under every load.
5 Poor though I am, despised, forgot,

Yet God, my God, forgets me not ;
And he is safe, and must succeed,
For whom the Lord vouchsafes to plead.

W. Cowper. 598

OFT in danger, oft in woe,
Onward, Christians, onward go ;
Fight the fight, maintain the strife,

Strengthen’d with the bread of life. 2 Let your drooping hearts be glad ;

March in heavenly armor clad ;
Fight, nor think the battle long,

Soon shall victory tune your song. 3 Let not sorrow dim your eye,

Soon shall every tear be dry;
Let not fears your course impede,

Great your strength, if great your need. 4 Onward then to battle move,

More than conquerors ye shall prove ;
Though opposed by many a foe,
Christian soldiers, onward go.

H. K. White.



BREAST the wave, Christian,

When it is strongest ;
Watch for day, Christian,

When the night's longest ;
Onward and onward still,

Be thine endeavor ;
The rest that remaineth,

Will be for ever.

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