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6 Renew my will from day to day;
7 Then, when on earth I breathe no more
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
Still all my song would be,
2 Though like the wanderer,
Darkness be over me,
3. There let the way appear
All that Thou sendest me,
Angels to beckon me
4 Then with my waking thoughts
Out of my stony grief's
So by my woes to be
5 Or if on joyful wing,
Sun, moon, and stars forgot,
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
6 Christ alone beareth me
In Christ my soul shall be
978 The will of the Lord be done.
Acts 21, 14.
1ONE prayer I have-all prayers in
When I am wholly Thine;
Thy ways, unknown or understood,
2 Is life with many comforts crowned,
With dear affections twined around?-
May I remember, that to Thee
And back, in gratitude from me,
3 Thy gifts are only then enjoyed,
No. let me bless Thy name, and say,
4 A pilgrim through the earth I roam,
And all must fail when I go home,
Write but my name upon the roll
Of Thy redeemed above;
Then heart and mind, and strength and
Shall love Thee for Thy love.
Shall we receive good at the hand of God, and not evil?-Job 2, 10. OD sendeth sun, He sendeth shower;
Alike they're needful for the flower;
A trusting, loving child to Thee;
Enough that Thou hast made it mine;
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,
Which God implanted there to wage
3 Though helpless in thyself and lost,
4 And He shall all Thy foes subdue,
And thou shalt taste His love anew,
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
And He who spake that word abides
981 He is able to succour them that
are tempted.-Heb. 2, 18.
WHEN gathering clouds around I
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!
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,
2 Even dear shall be the feebleness,
That makes me close and closer press
3 The strength that fain would go alone, Too often have I tried ;
To fall as some weak infant prone,
4 Or like the tender bird that thinks
And quits the bough, but only sinks
5 Now all I seek, ere love enfold
Is just enough of strength to hold
983 I wait for the Lord, and in His
word do I hope.-Ps. 130, 5.
Y Saviour, on Thy word of truth,
I ask for all the precious things
2 In holy expectation held,
Thy strength my heart shall stay:
8 It is not as Thou wilt with me,
4 Until I find, O Lord, in Thee,
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."