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Jesus for me hath died,
Thy Son Thou didst not spare;
His pierced hands, His bleeding side,
Thy love for me declare.

Here my poor heart can rest;
My God, it cleaves to Thee;

Thy will is love, Thine end is blest,
All work for good to me.

8.6.8.6.8.8.

510 We trust in the living God.

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1 Tim. 4. 10.

THEN I can trust my all with God,
In trial's fearful hour,

Bow, all resigned, beneath His rod,
And bless His sparing power;
A joy springs up amid distress,
A fountain in the wilderness.

2 Oh! blessed be the hand that gave,
And blessed when it takes;

Blessed be He who smites to save,
Who heals the heart He breaks.
Perfect and true are all His ways,
Whom heaven adores, and death obeys.

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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,
And this Thy grace must give.

2 If life be long, I will be glad,
That I may long obey;

If short, yet why should I be sad,
To soar to endless day?

3 Come, Lord, when grace has made me

meet,

Thy blessed face to see;

For if Thy work on earth be sweet,
What will Thy glory be?

4 Then I shall end my sad complaints,
And weary sinful days;

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;

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But tis enough that Christ knows all,
And I shall be with Him.

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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:
Then Thy people happy are

When on Thee they cast their care.

C.M.

513 Patient in tribulation.—Rom. 12,

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12.

LORD! my best desires fulfil,
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! let me rather freely yield
What most I prize to Thee,
Who never hast a good withheld,
Nor wilt withhold from me.

4 Thy favour, 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 inmost spirit cries, Still bind me to Thy sway;

Else the next cloud, that veils my skies, Drives all these thoughts away.

knows;

I see from far Thy beauteous light,
Inly I sigh for Thy repose:
My heart is pained, nor can it be
At rest, till ít finds rest in Thee.

2 Thy secret voice invites me still

The sweetness of Thy yoke to prove:
And fain I would: but though my will
Seems fixed, yet wide my passions rove;
Yet hindrances strew all the way;
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,
The Lord of every motion there:
Then shall my heart from earth be free,
When it hath found repose in Thee.

5 O Lord, Thy sovereign aid impart,
To save me from low-thoughted care;
Chase this self-will through all my heart,
Through all its latent mazes there;
Make me Thy duteous child, that I
Ceaseless may "Abba, Father," cry.
6 Each moment draw from earth away
My heart, that lowly waits Thy call;
Speak to my inmost soul, and say,
"I am Thy Love, thy God, thy All"
To feel Thy power, to hear Thy voice,
To taste Thy love, be all my choice.

C.M.

515 I will guide thee with Mine eye.—

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Ps. 32, 8.

THOU boundless source of every good!

Our best desires fulfil;

O help us to adore Thy grace,
And mark Thy sovereign will.
? In all Thy mercies, may our souls
Thy bounteous goodness see;
Nor let the gifts Thy hand imparts,
Estrange our hearts from Thee.
3 In every changing scene of life,
Whate'er that scene may be,
Give us a meek and humble mind,
A mind at peace with Thee.

4 Do Thou direct our steps aright,
Help us Thy name to fear;

And give us grace to watch and pray, And strength to persevere.

5 Then may we close our eyes in death, Free from distracting care;

For death is life, and labour rest,
If Thou art with us there.

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C.M.

I said, Thou art my God.-Ps. 31, 14.

MY God, my Father! blissful name!

O may I call Thee mine?

May I with sweet assurance claim
A portion so divine?

2 This only can my fears control?
And bid my sorrows fly;

What harm can ever reach my soul
Beneath my Father's eye?

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3 Whate'er Thy providence denies,
I calmly would resign,

For Thou art good, and just, and wise
O bend my will to Thine.

4 Whate'er Thy sacred will ordains
O give me strength to bear!
And let me know my Father reigns,
And trust His tender care.

5 Thy sovereign ways are all unknown
To my weak, erring sight;
Yet let my soul adoring own
That all Thy ways are right.

6 My God, my Father! be Thy name
My solace and my stay;

O wilt Thou seal my humble claim,
And drive my fears away!

C.M.

517 He hath made with me an everlast?

ing covenant,-2 Sam. 23, 5.

1 MY God, the covenant of Thy love

Abides for ever sure;

And in its matchless grace I feel
My happiness secure.

2 Since Thou, the everlasting God,
My Father art become:

Jesus, my Guardian and my Friend,
And heaven my final home:

3 I welcome all Thy sovereign will,
For all that will is love;

And, when I know not what Thou dost,
I wait the light above.

4 Thy covenant in the darkest gloom
Shall heavenly rays impart,

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Which, when my eyelids close in death
Shall warm my chilling heart.

S.M.

518 Why sayest thou... My way is hid

from the Lord -Isa. 40, 27.

ALONG my earthly way,

How many clouds are spread!

Darkness, with scarce one cheerful ray,
Seems gathering o'er my head.