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4. And though Thy wisdom takes away,

Shall I arraign Thy will?
No, let me bless Thy name, and say,

“ The Lord is gracious still.”
5. A pilgrim through the earth I roam,

Of nothing long possess'd
And all must fail when I go home,

For this is not my rest.

MONTGOMERY.

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1. My times of sorrow and of joy,

Great God! are in Thy hand;
My choicest comforts come from Thee,

And go at Thy command.
2. If Thou should'st take them all away,

Yet would I not repine ;
Before they were possessed by me,

They were entirely Thine.
3. Nor would I drop a murmuring word,

Though the whole world were gone,
But seek enduring happiness,

In Thee, and Thec alone.

BEDDOME.

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1. O LORD! my best desire fulfill,

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! rath let me freely yield

What most I prize to Thee,
Who never hast a good withheld,

Or wilt withhold from me.

4. Thy favor, all my journey through,

Thou art engaged to grant:
What else I want, or think I do,

'Tis better still to want.
5. Wisdom and mercy guide my way-

Shall I resist them both;
A
poor,

blind creature of a day,
And crushed before the moth?
6. But, ah! my inward spirit cries,

Still bind me to Thy sway;
Else the next cloud that vails my skies

Drives all these thoughts away.

COWPER.

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1. O Trou, whose tender mercy

hears
Contrition's humble sigh;
Whose hand, indulgent, wipes the tears

From sorrow's weeping eye.
2. See, low before Thy throne of grace,

A wretched wanderer mourn;
Hast Thou not bid me seek Thy face?

Hast Thou not said,"Return?
3. And shall my guilty fears prevail

To drive me from Thy feet?
O let not this dear refuge fail,

This only safe retreat!
4. O shine on this benighted heart,

With beams of mercy shine ?
And let Thy healing voice impart

A taste of joys divine.

MRS. STEELE.

813.

C. M.
1. YE trembling souls, dismiss your fears;

Be mercy all your theme;
Mercy, which, like a river, flows

In one continued stream.

2. Fear not the powers of earth and hell:

"God will these powers restrain; His mighty arm their rage repel,

And make their efforts vain.

3. Fear not the want of outward good :

He will for His provide ;
Grant them supplies of daily food,

And give them heaven beside.
4. Fear not that He will e'er forsake,

Or leave His work undone :
He's faithful to His promises,

And faithful to His Son.

5. Fear not the terrors of the grave,

Or death's tremendous sting:
He will from endless wrath preserve,

To endless glory bring.
6. You, in His wisdom, power, and grace,

May confidently trust;
His wisdom guides, His power protects,

His grace rewards the just.

BEDDOME.

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1. How vain are all things here below!

How false, and yet how fair !
Each pleasure hath its poison, too,

And every sweet a snare.
2. The brightest things below the sky

Give but a flattering light;
We should suspect some danger nigh,

Where we possess delight.
3. Our dearest joys, and nearest friends

The partners of our blood,
How they divide our wavering minds,

And leave but half for God!

4. The fondness of a creature's love,

How strong it strikes the sense!
Thither the warm affections move,

Nor can we call them thence.
5. Dear Saviour! let Thy beauties be

My soul's eternal food;
And grace command my

heart

away From all created good.

WATTS.

815.

C. M.
1. ANGEL of God! whate'er betide,

Thy summons I obey;
Jesus! I take Thee for my guide,

And walk in Thee my way.
2. Secure from danger and from dread,

Nor earth nor hell shall move,
Since over me Thine hand hath spread

The banner of Thy love.
3. To leave my Saviour I disdain,

Behind I will not stay,
Though shame, and loss, and bonds, and pain

And death obstruct the way.
4. Me to Thy suffering self conform,

And arm me with Thy power,
Then burst the cloud, descend the storm,

And come the fiery hour.

C. WESLEY,

816.

C. M.
1. CHILDREN of God, who, faint and slow,

Your pilgrim path pursue,
In strength and weakness, joy and woe,

To God's high calling true!-
2. Why move ye thus, with lingering tread,

A doubting, mournfal band ?
Why faintly hangs the drooping head ?

Why falls the feeble hand?

3. Oh! weak to know a Saviour's

power,
To feel a Father's care;
A moment's toil, a passing shower,

Is all the grief ye share.

4. The orb of light, though clouds awhile

May hide his noon-tide ray,
Shall soon in lovelier beauty sinile

To gild the closing day-
5. And, bursting through the dusky shroud

That dared his power invest,
Ride throned in light o'er every cloud,

Triumphant to his rest.

6. Then, Christian, dry the falling tear,

The faithless doubt remove;
Redeemed at last from guilt and fear,

O wake thy heart to love.

BOWDLER.

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1, And can my heart aspire so high,

To say—“My Father God!
Lord, at Thy feet I long to lie,

And learn to kiss the rod.

2. I would submit to all Thy will,

For Thou art gond and wise;
Let every anxious thought be still,

Nor one faint murmur rise.

3. Thy love can cheer the darksome gloom,

And bid me wait serene;
Till hopes and joys immortal bloom,

And brighten all the scene.
4. My Father ! O permit my

heart
To plead her humble claim;
And ask the bliss those words impart,

Redeemer's name.

In my

MRS. STEELE.

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