There let it for Thy glory burn
With inextinguishable blaze;
And, trembling, to its source return,
In humble prayer and fervent praise.

Jesus! confirm my heart's desire

To work, and speak, and think for Thee; Still let me guard the holy fire;

And still stir up Thy gift in me ;

Ready for all Thy perfect will,

My acts of faith and love repeat; Till death Thy endless mercies seal, And make my sacrifice complete.

Charles Wesley. 1762.

CLXXXVIII.

PSALM XXXI.

My spirit on Thy care,
Blest Saviour, I recline;
Thou wilt not leave me to despair,

For Thou art Love divine.

In Thee I place my trust,
On Thee I calmly rest;

I know Thee good, I know Thee just,
And count Thy choice the best.

Whate'er events betide,

Thy will they all perform;

Safe in Thy breast my head I hide,

Nor fear the coming storm.

Let good or ill befal,

It must be good for me; Secure of having Thee in all, Of having all in Thee.

Henry Francis Lyte. 1834.

CLXXXIX.

Blest be Thy love, dear Lord, That taught us this sweet way, Only to love Thee for Thyself, And for that love obey.

O Thou, our souls' chief hope!
We to Thy mercy fly ;

Where'er we are, Thou canst protect,
Whate'er we need, supply.

Whether we sleep or wake,
To Thee we both resign;
By night we see, as well as day,
If Thy light on us shine.

Whether we live or die,
Both we submit to Thee;

In death we live, as well as life,
If Thine in death we be.

John Austin. 1668.

CXC.

O Lord, my best desire fulfil,

And help me to resign

Life, health, and comfort to Thy will,

And make Thy pleasure mine.

Why should I shrink from Thy command,
Whose love forbids my fears,

Or tremble at the gracious hand
That wipes away my tears?

No, rather let me freely yield
What most I prize to Thee,
Who never hast a good withheld,
Or wilt withhold, from me.

Thy favour, all my journey through,
Thou art engaged to grant ;
What else I want, or think I do,
'Tis better still to want.

But ah! my inward spirit cries,

Still bind me to Thy sway!

Else the next cloud that veils the skies,
Drives all these thoughts away.

William Cowper. 1779.

CXCI.

O for an heart to praise my God,
An heart from sin set free!

An heart that always feels Thy Blood,
So freely spilt for me!

An heart resign'd, submissive, meek,
My dear Redeemer's throne;
Where only Christ is heard to speak,
Where Jesus reigns alone.

An humble, lowly, contrite heart,
Believing, true, and clean :

Which neither life nor death can part

From Him that dwells within :

An heart in every thought renew'd,

And full of love divine;

Perfect, and right, and pure, and good,
A copy, Lord, of Thine.

Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart ;
Come quickly from above ;

Write Thy new Name upon my heart,
Thy new, best Name of Love.

Charles Wesley. 1742.

CXCII.

Oh what, if we are Christ's,
Is earthly shame or loss?
Bright shall the crown of glory be,
When we have borne the cross.

Keen was the trial once,

Bitter the cup of woe,

When martyr'd saints, baptized in blood, Christ's sufferings shared below.

Bright is their glory now,

Boundless their joy above,

Where, on the bosom of their God,
They rest in perfect love.

Lord! may that grace be ours ;
Like them in faith to bear
All that of sorrow, grief, or pain.
May be our portion here!

Enough, if Thou at last

The word of blessing give, And let us rest beneath Thy feet,

Where saints and angels live!

All glory, Lord, to Thee,

Whom Heaven and earth adore; To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, One God for evermore.

Sir Henry Williams Baker. [1852.]

CXCIII.

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!

Though dark my path and sad my lot,
Let me be still and murmur not,
Or breathe the prayer divinely taught,
Thy will be done!

What though in lonely grief I sigh
For friends beloved, no longer nigh,
Submissive still would I reply,

Thy will be done!

Though Thou hast call'd me to resign
What most I prized, it ne'er was mine,
I have but yielded what was Thine;
Thy will be done!

Should grief or sickness waste away
My life in premature decay,
My Father! still I strive to say,
Thy will be done.

Let but my fainting heart be blest
With Thy sweet Spirit for its guest,
My God, to Thee I leave the rest;
Thy will be done!