3 Thrice blest will all our blessings be,
When we can look through them to thee;
When each glad heart its tribute pays
Of love, and gratitude, and praise.
4 And while we to thy glory live,
May we to thee all glory give,
Until the final summons come,
That calls thy willing servants home.
Doing all to the Glory of God.
TEACH me, my God and King,
In all things thee to see;
And what I do in anything,
To do it as for thee!
2 To scorn the senses' sway,
While still to thee I tend;
In all I do be thou the way,—
In all be thou the end.
3 All may of thee partake:
Nothing so small can be,
But draws, when acted for thy sake,
Greatness and worth from thee.
4 If done beneath thy laws,
Even servile labors shine;
Hallowed is toil, if this the cause,
The meanest work divine.
1 FATHER of me and all mankind,
And all the hosts above,
Let every understanding mind
Unite to praise thy love.
2 Thy kingdom come, with power and grace,
To every heart of man :
Thy peace, and joy, and righteousness,
In all our bosoms reign.
3 The righteousness that never ends,
But makes an end of sin;
The joy that human thought transcends,
Into our souls bring in.
4 The kingdom of established peace
Which can no more remove;
The perfect powers of godliness,
The omnipotence of love.
Submission to the Divine Disposal.
1 O LORD! my best desires fulfil,
And help me to resign
Life, health, and comfort to thy will,
And make thy pleasure mine.
2 Why should I shrink at thy command,
Whose love forbids my fears;
Or tremble at thy gracious hand,
That wipes away my tears?
3 No! let me rather freely yield
What most I prize, to thee,
Who never hast a good withheld,
Nor wilt withhold from me.
4 Wisdom and mercy guide my way;
Shall I resist them both?
Short-sighted creature of a day,
And crushed before the moth!
5 But ah! my inward spirit cries, Still bind me to thy sway;
Else the next cloud that veils my skies
Drives all these thoughts away.
Folly of Self-dependence.
1 THE Swift not always in the race
Shall seize the crowning prize;
Not always wealth and honor grace
The labor of the wise.
2 Fond mortals but themselves beguile
When on themselves they rest:
Blind is their wisdom, weak their toil,
By thee, O Lord, unblest.
3 Evil and good before thee stand,
Thy missions to perform;
The blessing comes at thy command,
At thy command the storm.
4 O Lord, in all our ways we 'll own
Thy providential power,
Intrusting to thy care alone
The lot of every hour.
1 ONE prayer I have, all prayers in one,-
When I am wholly thine;
Thy will, my God; thy will be done,
And let that will be mine.
2 All-wise, almighty, and all-good,
In thee I firmly trust;
Thy ways, unknown or understood,
Are merciful and just.
3 May I remember that to thee,
Whate'er I have I owe;
And back in gratitude from me,
May all thy bounties flow.
4 Thy gifts are only then enjoyed,
When used as talents lent:
Those talents only well employed,
When in thy service spent.
5 And though thy wisdom takes away,
Shall I arraign thy will?
No, let me bless thy name, and say,
"The Lord is gracious still."
6 A pilgrim through the earth I roam,
Of nothing long possessed,
And all must fail when I go home,
For this is not my rest.
Acquiescence in the Divine Will.
1 AUTHOR of good, we rest on thee:
Thine ever watchful eye
Alone our real wants can see,
Thy hand alone supply.
2 In thine all gracious providence
Our cheerful hopes confide;
O let thy power be our defence,
Thy love our footsteps guide.
3 And since by passion's force subdued,
Too oft, with stubborn will,
We blindly shun the latent good,
And grasp the specious ill;
4 Not what we wish, but what we want, Let mercy still supply:
The good unasked, O Father, grant;
The ill, though asked, deny.
Safety in God. Ps. 61.
1 WHEN, overwhelmed with grief,
My heart within me dies,—
Helpless, and far from all relief,
To heaven I lift mine eyes.
2 O lead me to the rock
That's high above my head,
And make the covert of thy wings
My shelter and my shade.
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