885 6,7,6,7,6,6,6,6, WHAT is the world to me, And all its vaunted pleasure, When Thou, and Thou alone, Lord Jesus, art my treasure! Thou only, dearest Lord, My soul's delight shalt be, Thou art my peace, my restWhat is the world to me! 2 The world is like the smoke, Though all things fade and flee; What is the world to me! 3 The world strives to be praised And honored by the mighty, Nor will at all reflect How frail they are and flighty; But what I glory in Above all things, is He, My Jesus, He alone What is the world to me! 4 The world seeks after wealth, And unto Mammon offers Its all, content if gold Is hoarded in its coffers; I know a higher good, Which e'er my joy shall be; My Jesus is my Wealth What is the world to me! 5 The world is sorely grieved, If ever it is slighted, As though an enemy Its honor would have blighted; 6 The world cannot extol Too highly sinful pleasures, And foolishly resigns For them the heavenly treasures. Let others love the world, To please their vanity: I love the Lord, my GodWhat is the world to me! 7 What is the world to me, And all its joys must flee, What is the world to me! 8 What is the world to me! My Jesus is my Treasure, My Life, my Wealth, my All, My Friend, my Love, my Pleasure, My heavenly Happiness And Bliss eternally; Once more, then, I would say, What is the world to me! 386 8,8,8,4 MY God, my Father, while I stray 2 Though dark my path, and sad my lot, 3 What though in lonely grief I sigh 4 Though Thou hast called me to resign 5 Should grief or sickness waste away 6 Let but my fainting heart be blest 7 Renew my will from day to day; 8 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! 387 6s 81 MY Jesus, as Thou wilt! O may Thy will be mine; I would my all resign. My Lord, Thy will be done. 2 My Jesus, as Thou wilt! My Lord, Thy will be done. 3 My Jesus, as Thou wilt! Though seen through many a tear, Let not my star of hope Grow dim or disappear, 4 My Jesus, as Thou wilt! All shall be well for me; My Lord, Thy will be done. 388 BLEST be Thy love, dear Lord, 2 O Thou, our soul's chief hope, Where'er we are Thou canst protect, 3 Whether we sleep or wake, 4 Whether we live or die, Both we submit to Thee; In death we live, as well as life, 389 O LORD, my best desire fulfil, C. M. Life, health, and comfort to Thy will, 2 Why should I shrink at Thy command, 3 No, rather let me freely yield 4 Thy favor, all my journey through, What else I want, or think I do, "Tis better still to want. |