6 Renew my will from day to day;
Blend it with Thine, and take away,
All that now makes it hard to say,
Thy will be done!

7 Then, when on earth I breathe no more
The prayer, oft mixed with tears before,
I'll sing upon a happier shore ;-
Thy will be done!

6.4.6.4.6.6.4.

977 It is good for me to draw near to

God.-Ps. 73, 28.

1 Nearer to Thee,

FARER, my God, to Thee,

E'en though it be a cross
That raiseth me:

Still all my song would be,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.

2 Though like the wanderer,
Daylight all gone,

Darkness be over me,
My rest a stone;
Yet in my dreams, I'd be,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.

3. There let the way appear
Steps upto heaven;

All that Thou sendest me,
In mercy given;

Angels to beckon me
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.

4 Then with my waking thoughts
Bright with Thy praise,

Out of my stony grief's
Bethel I'll raise;

So by my woes to be
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.

5 Or if on joyful wing,
Cleaving the sky,

Sun, moon, and stars forgot,
Upwards I fly;

Still all my song shall be,

Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.

6 Christ alone beareth me
Where Thou dost shine:
Joint-heir He maketh me
Of the Divine!

In Christ my soul shall be
Nearest, my God, to Thee,
Nearest to Thee.

C.M.

978 The will of the Lord be done.

Acts 21, 14.

1ONE prayer I have-all prayers in

one,

When I am wholly Thine;
Thy will, my God, Thy will be done,
And let that will be mine.
All-wise, Almighty, and All-good!
In Thee I firmly trust;

Thy ways, unknown or understood,
Are merciful and just.

2 Is life with many comforts crowned,
Upheld in peace and health,

With dear affections twined around?-
Lord, in my time of wealth

May I remember, that to Thee
Whate'er I have I owe,

And back, in gratitude from me,
May all Thy bounties flow.

3 Thy gifts are only then enjoyed,
When used as talents lent;
Those talents only well employed,
When in Thy service spent.
And though Thy wisdom takes away,
Shall I arraign Thy will?

No. let me bless Thy name, and say,
The Lord is gracious still.

4 A pilgrim through the earth I roam,
Of nothing long possest;

And all must fail when I go home,
For this is not my rest.

Write but my name upon the roll

Of Thy redeemed above;

Then heart and mind, and strength and

soul,

Shall love Thee for Thy love.

979

1

112th.

Shall we receive good at the hand of God, and not evil?-Job 2, 10. OD sendeth sun, He sendeth shower;

Go

Alike they're needful for the flower;
And joys and tears alike are sent
To give the soul fresh nourishment;
As comes to me or cloud or sun,
Father, Thy will, not mine, be done..
2 Can loving children e'er reprove, love?
With murmurs, those they trust and
Creator, I would ever be

A trusting, loving child to Thee;
As comes to me or cloud or sun,
Father, Thy will, not mine, be done.
3 Oh, ne'er will I at life repine,

Enough that Thou hast made it mine;
When falls the shadow cold of death,
I yet will sing with parting breath,
As comes to me or cloud or sun,
Father, Thy will, not mine, be done.

C.M.

980 Why art thou cast down, O my

soul?-Ps. 42, 11.

1 WHY art thou still cast down my And why so troubled still? [soul? Behold the power that can control, Behold the love that will.

2 Then boldly in the fight engage,
Stir up that gift within,

Which God implanted there to wage
Eternal war with sin.

3 Though helpless in thyself and lost,
Yet yield thou not to fear;
Thou goest a warfare at His cost,
Whose help is ever near.

4 And He shall all Thy foes subdue,
And banish all Thy pain;

And thou shalt taste His love anew,
And praise His name again.

5 For though awhile I wait and grieve, Shall He not set me free?

A soul that trusts Him will He leave? It cannot, cannot be.

6 The word in which my hope confides
Is faithful and divine;

And He who spake that word abides
In Christ, for ever mine.

112th.

981 He is able to succour them that

1

are tempted.-Heb. 2, 18.

WHEN gathering clouds around I

view,

And days are dark, and friends are few, On Him I lean, who, not in vain, Experienced every human pain: He sees my wants, allays my fears, And counts and treasures up my tears. 2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray From heavenly wisdom's narrow way; To fly the good I would pursue,

Or do the thing I would not do; Still He who felt temptation's power, Shall guard me in that dangerous hour. 3 If wounded love my bosom swell, Deceived by those I prized too well, He shall His pitying aid bestow, Who felt on earth severer woe; At once betrayed, denied, or fled, By those who shared His daily bread. 4 When vexing thoughts within me rise, And, sore dismayed, my spirit dies, Yet He who once vouchsafed to bear The sickening anguish of despair, Shall sweetly soothe, shall gently dry, The throbbing heart, the streaming eye. 5 When sorrowing o'er some stone I bend, Which covers all that was a friend; And from his hand, his voice, his smile, Divides me for a little while;

Thou, Saviour, seest the tears I shed, For Thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead 6 And oh, when I have safely passed Through every conflict but the last, Still, still unchanging, watch beside My dying bed-for Thou hast died; Then point to realms of cloudless day, And wipe the latest tear away!

982

C.M.

Hold Thou me up.-Ps. 119, 117.

1 I WILL not mourn my weakness, Lord,

Though ever felt it be;

Nor strength implore Thee to accord,
Except to cling to Thee.

2 Even dear shall be the feebleness,
Howe'er it wake aların,

That makes me close and closer press
Where none shall ever harm.

3 The strength that fain would go alone, Too often have I tried ;

To fall as some weak infant prone,
That leaves its mother's side.

4 Or like the tender bird that thinks
On soaring wing to rise,

And quits the bough, but only sinks
The farther from the skies.

5 Now all I seek, ere love enfold
Beyond the reach of harm,

Is just enough of strength to hold
The Everlasting Arm.

C.M.

983 I wait for the Lord, and in His

1

MY

word do I hope.-Ps. 130, 5.

Y Saviour, on Thy word of truth,
In earnest hope I live:

I ask for all the precious things
Thy boundless love can give.

2 In holy expectation held,

Thy strength my heart shall stay:
For Thy right hand will never let
My trust be cast away.

8 It is not as Thou wilt with me,
Till, humbled in the dust,
I know no place in all my heart
Wherein to put my trust:

4 Until I find, O Lord, in Thee,
The lowly and the meek,

That fulness which Thine own redeemed Go nowhere else to seek.

5 Then, O my Saviour, on my soul Cast down but not dismayed,

Still be Thy chastening, healing hand, In tender mercy laid."