I I SEND the joys of earth away;
Away, ye tempters of the mind;
False as the smooth, deceitful sea,
And empty as the whistling wind.
2 Your streams were floating me along,
Down to the gulf of dark despair;
And, while I listened to your song,
Your streams had e'en conveyed me there.
3 Lord, I adore Thy matchless grace,
That warned me of that dark abyss,
That drew me from those treacherous seas,
And bade me seek superior bliss.
4 Now to the shining realms above
I stretch my hands and glance my eyes;
O for the pinions of a dove,
To bear me to the upper skies!
I IT is Thy hand, my God;
My sorrow comes from Thee;
I bow beneath Thy chastening rod,
I know Thou lovest me.
2 I would not murmur, Lord,
Before Thee I am dumb;
Lest I should breathe one murmuring word,
To Thee for help I come.
3 My God, Thy name is Love,
A Father's hand is Thine;
With tearful eyes I look above,
And cry, "Thy will be mine!"
4 Jesus for me hast died,
Thy Son Thou didst not spare ;
His pierced hands, His bleeding side,
Thy love for me declare.
5 Here my poor heart can rest;
My God, it cleaves to Thee;
Thy will is love, Thine end is blest;
All work for good to me.
I LORD JESUS, as Thou wilt!
O may Thy will be mine;
Into Thy hand of love
I would my all resign.
Through sorrow or through joy,
Conduct me as Thine own,
And help me still to say,
My Lord, Thy will be done!"
2 Lord Jesus, as Thou wilt!
If needy here and poor,
Give me Thy people's bread,
Their portion rich and sure.
The manna of Thy word
Let my soul feed upon;
And if all else should fail,—
"My Lord, Thy will be done!"
3 Lord Jesus, as Thou wilt!
If loved ones must depart,
Suffer not sorrow's flood
To overwhelm my heart:
For they are blest with Thee,
Their race and conflict won;
Let me but follow them,
"My Lord, Thy will be done!"
I My God and Father, while I stray
Far from my home, on life's rough way,
O teach me from my heart to say,
"Thy will be done!"
2 What though in lonely grief I sigh
For friends beloved, no longer nigh,
Submissive still would I reply,
"Thy will be done!
3 Though Thou hast called me to resign
What most I prized, it ne'er was mine;
I have but yielded what was Thine;
"Thy will be done!"
4 Renew my will from day to day;
Blend it with Thine, and take away
All now that makes it hard to say,
"Thy will be done!”
I My God, my Father,-blissful name,-
I call Thee mine?
O may
May I with sweet assurance claim
A portion so divine?
2 This only can my fears control,
And bid my sorrows fly;
What harm can ever reach my
Beneath my Father's eye?
3 Whate'er Thy holy will denies,
I calmly would resign;
For Thou art good, and just, and wise :
O bend my will to Thine.
4 Whate'er Thy sacred will ordains,
O give me strength to bear;
And let me know my Father reigns,
And trust His tender care.
1 O Love Divine, that stooped to share
Our sharpest pang, our bitterest tear,
On Thee we cast each earth-born care;
We smile at pain while Thou art near.
2 Though long the weary way we tread,
And sorrow crown each lingering year,
No path we shun, no darkness dread,
Our hearts still whispering, "Thou art near.”
3 When drooping pleasure turns to grief,
And trembling faith is changed to fear,
The murmuring wind, the quivering leaf,
Shall softly tell us, "Thou art near!"
4 On Thee we fling our burdening woe,
O Love Divine, for ever dear,
Content to suffer, while we know,
Living and dying, Thou art near.
I THY way, not mine, O Lord,
However dark it be;
O lead me by Thine own right hand!
Choose out the path for me.
2 I dare not choose my lot;
I would not if I might;
But choose Thou for me, O my God,
So shall I walk aright.
3 Take Thou my cup, and it
With joy or sorrow fill;
As ever best to Thee may seem,
Choose Thou my good and ill.
4 Not mine, not mine the choice,
In things or great or small;
Be Thou my guide, my guard, my strength,
My wisdom, and my all.
I "TIs my happiness below,
Not to live without the cross,
But the Saviour's power to know,
Sanctifying every loss.
2 Trials must and will befall;
But, with humble faith, to see
Love inscribed upon them all,-
This is happiness to me.
3 Trials make the promise sweet;
Trials give new life to prayer;
Trials bring me to His feet,
Lay me low, and keep me there.
4 Did I meet no trials here,
No correction by the way,
Might I not with reason fear
I should prove a castaway?
5 Others may escape the rod,
Sunk in earthly vain delight;
But the true-born child of God
Must not, would not, if he might.
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I "CALL them in !"-the poor, the wretched,
Sin-stained wanderers from the fold;
Peace and pardon freely offer,-
Can you weigh their worth with gold? "Call them in !"—the weak, the weary, Laden with the doom of sin;
Bid them come and rest in Jesus:
He is waiting:-"Call them in!"
"Call them in !"-the Jew, the Gentile;
Bid the stranger to the feast;
"Call them in !"—the rich, the noble,
From the highest to the least.
Forth the Father runs to meet them,
He hath all their sorrows seen;
Robe, and ring, and royal sandals
Wait the lost ones:- "Call them in!"
"Call them in !"—the broken-hearted,
Cowering 'neath the brand of shame;
Speak love's message, low and tender,-
""Twas for sinners Jesus came."
See, the shadows lengthen round us,
Soon the day-dawn will begin ;
Can you leave them lost and lonely?
Christ is coming :-"Call them in!"
I CAST thy bread upon the waters,
Thinking not 'tis thrown away;
God himself saith, thou shalt gather
It again some future day.
2 Cast thy bread upon the waters;
Wildly though the billows roll,
They but aid thee as thou toilest
Truth to spread from pole to pole.
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