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Resignation. 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 thce :

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.

422 S. M. WATTS.

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.

3 Within thy presence, Lord,

Forever I'll abide;
Thou art the tower of my defence,

The refuge where I hide.
4 Thou givest me the lot

Of those that fear thy name;
If endless life be their reward,

I shall possess the same.

423. C. M. NOEL.

Hope in Trouble. 1 When musing sorrow weeps the past,

And mourns the present pain, 'Tis sweet to think of peace at last,

And feel that death is gain. 2 'Tis not that murmuring thoughts arise,

And dread a Father's will; 'Tis not that meek submission flies,

And would not suffer still;-
3 It is that heaven-born faith surveys

The path that leads to light,
And longs her eagle plumes to raise,

And lose herself in sight.
4 It is that harassed conscience feels

The pangs of struggling sin; And sees, though far, the hand that heals

And ends the strife within. 5 O let me wing my hallowed flight

From earth-born woe and care, And soar above these clouds of night,

My Saviour's bliss to share !

424. C. M.


Comfort in Trouble.
1 When floods of grief assault the mind,

And o’er the conscience roll,
Where shall the mourner comfort find

To soothe his troubled soul ?

2 Lord, thou hast said, "Seek ye my face;'

And shall we seek in vain?
And will the ear of sovereign grace

Be deaf when we complain?
3 Ah ! no: the ear of sovereign grace

Attends the mourner's prayer;
The mourner always finds a place

To breathe his sorrows there.
4 Thy Spirit heals the troubled soul,

With guilty fears oppressed :
Thy Spirit makes the wounded whole,

And gives the weary rest.

425. L. M. Cowper.

Peace after a Storm. 1 When darkness long has veiled my mind,

And smiling day once more appears,
Then, my Creator! then I find

The folly of my doubts and fears. 2 Straight I upbraid my wandering heart,

And blush that I should ever be
Thus prone to act so base à part,
Or harbor one hard thought of thee.

3 O! let me then at length be taught

What I am still so slow to learn
That God is love, and changes not,

Nor knows the shadow of a turn. 4 Sweet truth, and easy to repeat!

But when my faith is sharply tried,
I find myself a learner yet,

Unskilful, weak, and apt to slide. 5 But, O my God! one look from thee

Subdues the disobedient will,
Drives doubt and discontent away,
And thy rebellious child is still.


C. M. DODDRIDGE. God speaking Peace to his people. Ps. 85. 1 UNITE, my roving thoughts, unite

In silence soft and sweet :
And thou, my soul, sit gently down

At thy great Sovereign's feet. 2 Jehovah's awful voice is heard,

Yet gladly I attend;
For lo! the everlasting God

Proclaims himself my friend. 3 Harmonious accents to my soul

The sound of peace convey; The tempest at his word subsides,

And winds and seas obey.
4 By all its joys, I charge my heart

To grieve his love no more;
But, charmed by melody divine,

To give its follies o'er.

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