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I look within, to see if aught
Opposes, Lord, thy righteous will.

Weakness and pain are bitter draughts,
But God is just and wise and kind;
He knows my frame, he sees its faults,
And suits the medicine to the mind.

Do I then bear this chastening pain
With soul submissive, will resign'd;
Striving at all times to maintain
'That temper which in Christ I find ?

Omniscient God! thine eye surveys
Each secret and each open sin :
Aid me to search and try my ways;
And guard me from each foe within.


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 the 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 thy way;

Shall I resist them both ? Short-sighted creature of a day,

And crush'd before the moth!

But ah! my heart within me cries,

Still bind me to thy sway ;
Else the next cloud that veils the sky
Drives all these thoughts away.

Retrospect after a Dangerous Illness.

My God! thy service well demands

The remnant of my days ;
Why was this fleeting breath renew'd,
But to renew thy praise !

Thy tender mercy, O my God,

Vid this weak frame sustain,
When life was hovering o'er the grave,
And nature sunk with pain.

3 Thou, when the pains of death were felt,

Didst chase all slavish fear; And well my soul could bear those pains, When thou, my help, wast near.

Calmly I watch'd my ebbing life;

I knew thy time was best ;
Nor fear'd to obey my Father's call
To his eternal rest.

Into thy hands, my gracious God,

I did myself resign;
And humbly trusted in thy grace,
For pardoning love is thine.

Back from the borders of the grave,

At thy command I come ;
Nor would I wish a speedier flight

To my celestial home.

7 Where thou appointest my abode,

There would I choose to be; For in thy presence death is life, And earth is heaven with thee.

436. Benefit of Afflictions and Support of them.

1 LORD! I have found 'tis good for me

To bear a Father's rod; Afflictions make me learn thy law, And live upon my God.

This is the comfort I enjoy,

When new distress begins;
I read thy word, I run thy way,
And hate my former sins.

Had not thy word been my delight

When earthly joys were Aed, My soul, oppress’d with sorrow's weight, Had sunk among the dead.

4 I know thy judgments, Lord, are right,

'Though they may seem severe; The sharpest sufferings I endure Flow from thy faithful care.

Before I knew thy chastening rod,

My feet were apt to stray ;
But now I learn to keep thy word,
Nor wander from thy way.

In a Time of Sickness.

God of my life ! look gently down ;

Behold the pains I feel;

But I am dumb before thy throne,
Nor dare dispute thy will.

Diseases are thy servants, Lord !

They come at thy command :
I'll not attempt a murmuring word
Against thy chastening hand.

Crush'd as a moth beneath thy hand,

We moulder to the dust;
Our feeble powers can ne'er withstand ;
And all our beauty's lost.

I'm but a sojourner below,

As all my fathers were ;
May I be well prepard to go,
When I thy summons hear!

But if my life be spar'd awhile,

Before my last remove,
Thy praise shall be my business still,
And I'll declare thy love.

438. The Hope of Heaven our Support under Trials

on Earth.

When I can read my title clear

To mansions in the skies,
I bid farewel to every fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.

Should earth against my peace engage,

And all its darts be hurl'd ; Still might I fearless see its rage,

And face a frowning world.

Though cares like a wild deluge come,

And storms of sorrow fall;

May 1 but safely reach my home,
My God, my heaven, my all!

In those brigbt realms, thou, O my soul,

Shalt find eternal rest;
Nor shall a wave of trouble roll

Across my peaceful breast.

The Wisdom of redeeming Time.

God of eternity! from thee
Did infant time its being draw :
Moments, and days, and months, and years,
Revolve by thine unvaried law.

Silent but fleet they glide away ;
Steady and strong the current flows ;
Lost in eternity's

wide sea,
The boundless gulf from which it rose.

With it the thoughtless sons of men,
Before the rapid stream, are borne
On to that everlasting home,
That country whence there's no return.

Yet while the shore on either side
Presents a gaudy flattering show,
We gaze, in fond amazement lost,
Nor think to what a world we go.

Great Source of wisdom ! teach my heart
To know the worth of every hour;
That time may bear me on to joys
Beyond its measure and its power.

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