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 6 Renew my will from day to day, 66 7 Then, when on earth I breathe no more The prayer oft mixed with tears before, I'll sing upon a happier shore, 66 'Thy will be done!" 594 C. Elliott. P. M. 8,4,8,4,8,4. My God, I thank Thee, who hast made So full of splendor and of joy, So many glorious things are here, 2 I thank Thee too that Thou hast made So many gentle thoughts and deeds That in the darkest spot of earth 3 I thank Thee more that all our joy That shadows fall on brightest hours; So that earth's bliss may be our guide, 4 For Thou who knowest, Lord, how soon Hast given us joys, tender and true, So that we see, gleaming on high, 5 I thank Thee, Lord, that Thou hast kept The best in store; We have enough, yet not too much A yearning for a deeper peace, 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, He sees my wants, allays my fears, 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, 3 If wounded love my bosom swell, At once betrayed, denied, or fled, 5 When, sorrowing, o'er some stone I bend, Thou, Saviour, mark'st the tears I shed, 6 And oh, when I have safely past 596 R. Grant. 11s, 10s. COME unto Me, when shadows darkly gather, When the sad heart is weary and distressed, Seeking for comfort from your heavenly Father, 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 ground, 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 dim ; Sweet are the harps in holy music swelling, Soft are the tones which raise the heavenly hymn. 4 There, like an Eden blossoming in gladness, 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! 597 GOD of my life, to Thee I call : C. H. Esling. When the great water-floods prevail, L. M. 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 5 Poor though I am, despised, forgot, 598 OFT in danger, oft in woe, Onward, Christians, onward go; 2 Let your drooping hearts be glad; 7s. 3 Let not sorrow dim your eye, 4 Onward then to battle move, More than conquerors ye shall prove; 599 H. K. White. 5,5,5,5,6,5,6,5. BREAST the wave, Christian, |