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4 Guard me, Saviour, by Thy power,
507 The Lord gave, and the Lord hath
taken away.-Job 1, 21.
1M Gent God! are in Thine hand:
times of sorrow and of joy,
My choicest comforts come from Thee,
2 If Thou shouldst take them all away,
3 Nor would I drop a murmuring word, Though the whole world were gone; But seek enduring happiness
In Thee, and Thee alone.
4 What is the world, with all its store?
When I attempt to pluck the rose,
5 Here perfect bliss can ne'er be found, The honey's mixed with gall:
Midst changing scenes and dying friends,
Be Thou my All in all.
508 My times are in Thy hand.-PA.
SOVEREIGN Ruler of the skies!
All my times are in Thy hand;
2 Times of sickness, times of health;
3 Times the tempter's power to prove;
Not a single shaft can hit
5 O Thou Gracious, Wise, and Just,
6 May I always own Thy hand-
Since I cannot part with Thee?
509 I opened not my mouth; because
Thou didst it.-Ps. 39, 9.
T is Thy hand, my God;
My sorrow comes from Thee:
I bow beneath Thy chastening rod,
I would not murmur, Lord,
Lest I should breathe one murmuring
To Thee for help I come.
My God, Thy name is Love,
With tearful eyes I look above,
I know Thy will is right,
Jesus for me hath died,
Thy Son Thou didst not spare;
Here my poor heart can rest;
Thy will is love, Thine end is blest,
510 We trust in the living God.
1 Tim. 4. 10.
1 WHEN I can trust my all with God,
In trial's fearful hour,
2 Oh! blessed be the hand that gave,
511 Fet what I shall choose I wot not.
Phil. 1, 22.
1 LORD, it belongs not to my care,
Whether I die or live:
To love and serve Thee is my share,
2 If life be long, I will be glad,
If short, yet why should I be sad,
3 Come, Lord, when grace has made me
Thy blessed face to see;
For if Thy work on earth be sweet,
4 Then I shall end my sad complaints,
And join with the triumphant saints, Who sing Jehovah's praise.
5 My knowledge of that life is small, The eye of faith is dim;
But tis enough that Christ knows all,
512 Ye know not what shall be on the
morrow.-James 4, 14.
TIS to us no cause of sorrow, That we cannot tell to-day, What it is will come to-morrow; Tis enough that we can say, He whom we our Father call, Knows the future, knows it all. 2 Happy they, who, all committing To their Father's care and love, Let Him choose what most is fitting, And of all He does, approve: Ever free from anxious care, Blest in this, His people are. 3 Teach us, O our God and Father, Teach us to obey Thee thus, Be Thy choice our portion, rather Than what may seem good to us; Tis not meet we should refuse Aught that Thou, our God, shalt choose.
4 Future things with Thee are present; All to come Thine eye can see; Safe it is for us and pleasant
Future things to trust to Thee:
When on Thee they cast their care.
513 Patient in tribulation.—Rom. 12,
LORD! my best desires fulfil,
Life, health, and comfort to Thy will,
2 Why should I shrink at Thy command,
3 No! let me rather freely yield
4 Thy favour, all my journey through,
5 Wisdom and mercy guide my way;
A poor blind creature of a day,
Else the next cloud, that veils my skies,
514 His great love, wherewith He loved
us.-Eph. 2, 4.
THOU, hidden love of God, whose
Whose depth unfathomed, no man
I see from far Thy beauteous light,
My heart is pained, nor can it be
2 Thy secret voice invites me still
The sweetness of Thy yoke to prove:
I aim at Thee, yet from Thee stray. 3 Tis mercy all, that Thou hast brought My mind to seek her peace in Thee: Yet while I seek, but find Thee not, No peace my wandering soul shall see: Oh! when shall all my wanderings end, And all my steps to Thee-ward tend? 4 Is there a thing beneath the sun That strives with Thee my heart to share?
Ah! tear it thence, and reign alone,