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HYMN 237. L. M. [480]
LET me but hear my Saviour say,
Strength shall be equal to thy day,"
Then I rejoice in deep distress,
Upheld by all-sufficient grace.
2 I can do all things--or can bear
All suffering, if my Lord be there;
Sweet pleasures mingle with the pains,
While he my sinking head sustains.
3 I glory in infirmity,
That Christ's own power may rest on me;
When I am weak, then I am strong:
Grace is my shield, and Christ my song,

HYMN 238. C. M. [326]
MY Shepherd will supply my need,

Jehovah is his name;
In pastures fresh he makes me feed,

Beside the living stream.
2 He brings my wandering spirit back,

When I forsake his ways:
And leads me for his mercy's sake,

In paths of truth and grace.
3 When I walk thro' the shades of death,

Thy presence is my stay;
A word of thy supporting breath

Drives all my fears away.
4 Thy hand, in sight of all my foes,

Doth now my table spread:
My cup with blessings overflows,

Thine oil anoints my head.
5 The sure provisions of my God

Attend me all my days:
O may thine house be mine abode,

And all my work be praise !

TRUSTING IN GRACE

My longing heart implores thy grace:

O make me in thy likeness shine!
2 When pain o'er my weak flesh prevails,

With lamb-like patience arm my breast;
When grief my wounded soul assails,

In lowly meekness may I rest.
3 Close by thy side still may I keep,

Howe'er life's various current flow;
With steadfast eye mark every step,

And follow thee where'er thou go.
4 Thou, Lord, the dreadful fight hast won;

Alone thou hast the wine-press trod;
In me thy strengthening grace be shown,
O may I conquer through thy blood !

HYMN 236. L. M.
ETERNAL Beam of Light divine,

Fountain of unexhausted love;
In whom the Father's glories shine,

Through earth beneath and heaven above. 2 Jesus, the weary wanderers' rest,

Give me thy easy yoke to bear; With steadfast patience arm my breast,

With spotless love, and lowly fear. 3 Thankful I take the cup from thee,

Prepared and mingled by thy skill'; Though bitter to the taste it be,

Powerful the wounded soul to heal. 4 Be thou, O Rock of ages, nigh!

So shall each murmuring thought be gone; And grief, and fear, and care, shall fly,

As clouds before the mid-day sun. 5 Speak to my warring passions, “ Peace;">

Say to my trembling heart, “Be still;" Thy power my strength and fortress is,

For all things serve thy sovereign will.

HYMN 237. L. M. [480]
LET me but hear my Saviour say,
Strength shall be equal to thy day,"
Then I rejoice in deep distress,
Upheld by all-sufficient grace.
2 I can do all things

or can bear
All suffering, if my Lord be there;
Sweet pleasures mingle with the pains,
While he my sinking head sustains.
3 I glory in infirmity,
That Christ's own power may rest on me;
When I am weak, then I am strong :
Grace is my shield, and Christ my song,

HYMN 238. C. M. [326]
MY Shepherd will supply my need,

Jehovah is his name;
In pastures fresh he makes me feed,

Beside the living stream.
2 He brings my wandering spirit back,

When I forsake his ways:
And leads me for his mercy's sake,

In paths of truth and grace,
3 When I walk thro' the shades of death,

Thy presence is my stay;
A word of thy supporting breath

Drives all my fears away.
4 Thy hand, in sight of all my foes,

Doth now my table spread :
My cup with blessings overflows,

Thine oil anoints my head.
5 The sure provisions of my God

Attend me all my days:
O may thine house be mine abode,

And all my work be praise !

HYMN 239. L. M. [38-4)
AS pants the hart for water brooks,

So pants, O God, my soul for thee!
To thee my thirsty spirit looks;

O, when shall I thy presence see?
2 Why, O my soul, art thou cast down?

Why this disquiet in my breast?
Hope thou in God; for, tho' he frown,

His grace and love shall make thee blest!
3 Where mountains rise, and torrents flow,

My burden'd soul remembers thee;
By Jordan's stream, 'mid Hermon's snow,

When waves of trouble rush o'er me.
4 Still, Lord, thy goodness cheers my day,

And in the night thy song I sing ;
In thee I trust, to thee I pray;

To thee, my Rock, my God, my King ! 5 Why, O my soul, art thou cast down?

Why this disquiet in my breast?
Hope thou in God, for tho' he frown,
His grace and love shall make thee blest!

HYMN 240. C. M. [460]
WHAT tho' no flowers the fig-tree clothe,

Though vines their fruit deny, The labor of the olive fail,

And fields no meat supply
2 Tho' from the fold, with sad surprise,

My flock cut off I see;
Though famine reign in empty stalls,

Where herds were wont to be; 3 Yet in the Lord will I be glad,

And glory in his love;
In him I'll joy, who will the God

Of my salvation prove.

4 God is the treasure of my soul,

The source of lasting joy;
A joy which want shall not impair,
Nor death itself destroy.

HYMN 241. S. M. [466]
HOW gentle God's commands!

How kind his precepts are !
Come, cast your burdens on the Lord,

And trust his constant care. 2 His bounty will provide,

His saints securely dwell :
That hand which bears creation up,

Shall guard his children well. 3 Why should this anxious load

Press down your weary mind?
O seek your heavenly Father's throne,

And peace and comfort find.
4 His goodness stands approved,

Unchanged from day to day; I'll drop my burden at his feet, And bear a song away.

HYMN 242. L. M. [310] HIGH in thy heavens, eternal God,

Thy goodness in full glory shines ; Thy truth shall break thro' every cloud

That veils and darkens thy designs. 2 For ever firm thy justice stands,

As mountains their foundations keep: Wise are the wonders of thy hands;

Thy judgments are a mighty deep. 3 Thy providence is kind and large;

Both man and beast thy bounty share: The whole creation is thy charge,

But saints are thy peculiar care.

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