1. I CAN not call affliction sweet; And yet 't was good to bear: 2. My wearied soul was all resign'd 3. Where are the vows which then I vow'd? Those, vanished like the morning cloud; 4. Lord, grant me grace for every day, Through life, in death, with truth to say, MONTGOMERY. 1. In trouble and in grief, O God, Thy smile hath cheered my way; 2. The hours of pain have yielded good, So life's tempestuous storms the more 4. All-gracious Lord, whate'er my lot I'll welcome still the heaviest grief 1. CHRIST leads me through no darker rooms He that into God's kingdom comes 2. Come, Lord, when grace hath made me meet Thy blessed face to see; For if Thy work on earth be sweet, 3. Then I shall end my sad complaints, And join with those triumphant saints 4. My knowledge of that life is small; 792. But 't is enough that Christ knows all, C. M. 1. Ir is the Lord-enthroned in light, 2. It is the Lord-who gives me all, 3. It is the Lord-my covenant God- R. BAXTER. Whose gracious promise, sealed with blood, 4. Can I, with hopes so firmly built, Be sullen, or repine? No, gracious God! take what Thou wilt To Thee I all resign. T. GREENE. 1. AFFLICTION is a stormy deep, Where wave resounds to wave; Though o'er our heads the billows roll, 2. When darkness, and when sorrows rose, The Lord hath still sustained our steps, 3. Perhaps, before the morning dawn, 4. Here will we rest, here build our hopes, He's more to us than all the world, 1. O God, my Refuge, hear my cries, For earth and hell my hurt devise, 2. O were I like some gentle dove, 3. Let me to some wild desert go, 4. God shall preserve my soul from fear, Ten thousand angels must appear, COTTON. 795. 5. I cast my burdens on the Lord, C. M. 1. FATHER! whate'er of earthly bliss 2. "Give me a calm, a thankful heart, 3. The blessings of Thy grace impart, WATTS. "Let the sweet hope that Thou art mine Thy presence through my journey shine, MRS. STEELE. 796. C. M. 1. Mr God, my Father-blissful name— O may I call Thee mine? May I with sweet assurance claim 2. This only can my fears control, What harm can ever reach my soul 3. Whate'er Thy providence denies, For Thou art good, and just, and wise; 4. Whate'er Thy sacred will ordains, And let me know my Father reigns, MRS. STEELE. 797. 798. C. M. 1. O LORD! I would delight in Thee, 2. When all created streams are dried, 3. No good in creatures can be found I must have all things, and abound, 4. O Lord! I cast my care on Thee; Henceforth my great concern shall be C. M. 1. UNSHAKEN as the sacred hill, Firm as a rock the soul shall rest, RYLAND. 2. Not walls, nor hills, could guard so well 3. Deal gently, Lord! with souls sincere, To the bright gates of paradise, C. M. WATTS. 1. O LORD, hadst Thou been here! but when His power and love were present then, 799. |