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For calm. Germany, II. Calm Soul of all things! make it mine To feel, amid the city's jar, That there abides a peace of thine Man did not make, and cannot mar! The will to neither strive nor cry, The power to feel with others, give! Calm, calm me more! nor let me die Before I have begun to live.

Thou my daily task shalt give;
Day by day to thee I live;
So shall added years fulfil
Not my own, my Father's will.
O, to live exempt from care
By the energy of prayer,
Strong in faith, with mind subdued,
Yet aglow with gratitude!



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121. Unknown morrows.

Webb, 54. Set free from present sorrow,

We cheerfully can say, “E'en let the unknown morrow

Bring with it what it may.” It can bring with it nothing

But he will bear us through: Who gives the lilies clothing,

Will clothe his people too.
Beneath the spreading heavens

No creature but is fed;
And he who feeds the ravens

Will give his children bread.
Our God the same abiding,

His praise shall.tune my voice; For, while in him confiding,

I cannot but rejoice.

123. In thy hand.

Laban, 33.
“My times are in thy hand :"
My God, I'd have them there!
My life, my friends, my soul, I leave

Entirely to thy care.
“My times are in thy hand,”

Whatever they may be,
Pleasing or painful, dark or bright,

As best may seem to thee.
“My times are in thy hand:”
Why should I doubt or fear?
My Father's hand will never cause

His child a needless tear.
“My times are in thy hand:”

I'll always trust in thee;
In life, in death, within thy hand
May they for ever be!



122. Day by day. Noyes, 38.

Day by day the manna fell:
O to learn this lesson well!
Still by constant mercy fed,
Give me, Lord, my daily bread.
“Day by day,” the promise reads,
Daily strength for daily needs:
Cast foreboding fears away, -
Take the manna of to-day.
Lord, my times are in thy hand:
All my eager hopes have planned
To thy wisdom I resign,
And would mould my will to thine.

124. Labor! wait!

Joy, 66. Every day hath toil and trouble,

Every heart hath care:
Meekly bear thine own full measure,

And thy brother's share.
Fear not, shrink not, though the burden

Heavy to thee prove: God shall fill thy mouth with gladness,

And thy heart with love.
Patiently enduring ever,

Let thy spirit be
Bound, by links that cannot sever,

To humanity.

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Labor! wait! thy Master perished

Ere his task was done:
Count not lost thy fleeting moments;

Life hath but begun.
Labor! wait! though midnight shadows

Gather round thee here,
And the storm above thee lowering

Fill thy heart with fear,-
Wait in hope! the morning dawneth

When the night is gone,
And a peaceful rest awaits thee

When thy work is done.

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125. Awake our souls! Ward, 18.
AWAKE our souls! away our fears!
Let every trembling thought be gone!
Awake, and run the heavenly race,
And put a cheerful courage on.
True, 't is a strait and thorny road,
And mortal spirits tire and faint;
But they forget the mighty God,
Who feeds the strength of every saint!
The mighty God, whose matchless power
Is ever new and ever young,
And firm endures, while endless years
Their everlasting circles run!

127. Providence. Arlington, 19. God moves in a mysterious way

His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,

And rides upon the storm.
Ye fearful souls, fresh courage take!

The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break

In blessings on your head.
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,

But trust him for his grace;
Behind a frowning providence

He hides a smiling face. Blind unbelief is sure to err,

And scan his work in vain; God is his own interpreter,

And he will make it plain.


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126. Undismayed.

Laban, 33. Give to the winds thy fears!

Hope and be undismayed!
God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears,

God shall lift up thy head.
Through waves, through clouds and

He gently clears thy way;
Wait thou his time! so shall the night

Soon end in joyous day.
He everywhere hath rule,

And all things serve his might;
His every act pure blessing is,

His path, unsullied light.

How gentle God's commands!

How kind his precepts are! Come cast your burdens on the Lord,

And trust his constant care."
While Providence supports,
Let hearts securely dwell :
That hand which bears all Nature up

Shall guide his children well.
Why should this anxious load

Press down your weary mind? Haste to your heavenly Father's face,

And sweet refreshment find.

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Led. Simeon, 30. Sweet is the solace of thy love,

My Heavenly Friend, to me, While through the hidden way of faith

I journey home to thee,
Learning by quiet thankfulness

As a dear child to be.
Oft, in a dark and lonely place,

I hush my hastened breath,
To hear the comfortable words

Thy loving Spirit saith ;
And feel my safety in thy hand

From every kind of death.
O, there is nothing in the world

To weigh against thy will!
E'en the dark times I dread the most

Thy covenant fulfil;
And when the pleasant morning dawns,

I find thee with me still.
Still in the solitary place

I would awhile abide,
Till with the solace of thy love

My heart be satisfied,
And all my hopes of happiness

Stay calmly at thy side.

129. On the deep. Arlington, 19. Thy way is in the deep, O Lord!

E’en there we'll go with thee:
We'll meet the tempest at thy word,

And walk upon the sea.
Poor tremblers at his rougher wind,

Why do we doubt him so?
Who gives the storm a path will find

The way our feet shall go.
A moment may his hand seem lost,-

Drear moment of delay;
We cry, “Lord, help the tempest-tost!”

And safe we're borne away.
O happy soul, of faith divine,

Thy victory how sure!
The love that kindles joy is thine,
The patience to endure.

God-speed. Simeon, 30. Go not far from me, O my God,

Whom all my times obey;
Take from me anything thou wilt,

But go not thou away, -
And let the storm that does thy work

Deal with me as it may!
When I am feeble as a child,

And flesh and heart give way,
Then on thine everlasting strength

With passive trust I stay, -
And the rough wind becomes a song,

The darkness shines like day!
Deep unto deep may call, but I

With peaceful heart will say, Thy loving-kindness hath a charge

No waves can wrest away: Then let the storm that speeds me home

Deal with me as it may !




132. I look to thee. Horeb, 64 I look to thee in every need,

And never look in vain;
I feel thy touch, Eternal Love,

And all is well again;
The thought of thee is mightier far
Than sin and pain and sorrow are.
Discouraged in the work of life,

Disheartened by its load,
Shamed by its failures or its fears,

I sink beside the road ;-
But let me only think of thee,
And then new hta: 1 springs up in me.



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Enough, that blessings undeserved

Have marked my erring track; That, whereso'er my feet have swerved,

Thy chastening turned me back;
That more and more a Providence

Of love is understood,
Making the springs of time and sense

Bright with eternal good;
That death seems but a covered way

Which opens into light,
Wherein no blinded child can stray

Beyond the Father's sight.
No longer forward or behind

I look, in hope or fear;
But, grateful, take the good I find,

God's blessing, now and here.



St. Agnes, 31. 133. Love of God.

Arlington, 19. Thou Grace Divine, encircling all,

A shoreless, soundless sea,
Wherein at last our souls must fall,

O Love of God most free!
When over dizzy heights we go,

One soft hand blinds our eyes,
The other leads us safe and slow,-

O Love of God most wise!
And though we turn us from thy face,

And wander wide and long,
Thou hold'st us still in thine embrace,–

O Love of God most strong!
The saddened heart, the restless soul,

The toil-worn frame and mind,
Alike confess thy sweet control,-

O Love of God most kind!
And filled and quickened by thy breath,

Our souls are strong and free
To rise o'er sin and fear and death,

O Love of God! to thee.

135. Thy will be done. Jerome, 65.
Thy will be done! In devious way
The hurrying stream of life may run;
Yet still our grateful hearts shall say,

Father, thy will be done!
Thy will be done! If o'er us shine
A gladdening and a prosperous sun,
This prayer shall make it more divine,-

Father, thy will be done! Thy will be done! Though shrouded o'er Our path with gloom, one comfort, one Is ours,—to breathe, while we adore,

Father, thy will be done!



134. All as God wills. Balerma, 21. All as God wills! who wisely heeds

To give or to withhold,
And knoweth more of all my needs

Than all my prayers have told.

136. My Shepherd. Portuguese, 60. The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall

I know; I feed in green pastures, safe folded I rest: He leadeth my soul where the still waters

flow, Restores me when wandering, redeems

when oppressed.




D. S.

He doth give his joy to all : He becomes an infant small; He becomes a man of woe; He doth feel the sorrow too.


Through the valley and shadow of death

though I stray, Since thou art my Guardian, no evil I fear; Thy rod shall defend me, thy staff be my

stay; No harm can befall, with my Comforter

near. In the midst of affliction my table is

spread; With blessings unmeasured my cup run

neth o'er; As a king well-beloved thou crownest my

head: O what shall I ask of thy providence more? Let goodness and mercy, my bountiful

God, Still follow my steps till I meet thee

above; 'T is the courts of a Temple thus far I

have trod, And the way leadeth ever to mansions of love.

7. Montgomery.

138. The Comforter. Milton, 15.
O, DRAW me, Father, after thee!
So shall I run and never tire:
With gracious words still comfort me;
Be thou my hope, my sole desire;
Free me from every weight; nor fear
Nor sin can come, if thou art near.
From all eternity, with love
Unchangeable thou hast me viewed;
Ere knew this beating heart to move,
Thy tender mercies me pursued;
Ever with me may they abide,
And close me in on every side.
In suffering be thy love my peace;
In weakness be thy love my power;
And, when the storms of life shall cease,
O Father, in my latest hour,
In death as life, be thou my guide,
And draw me closer to thy side!



The Father. Conant, 36. Can I see another's woe And not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief And not seek for kind relief? And can he who smiles on all Hear the wren, with sorrows small, Hear the small bird's grief and care, Hear the woes that infants bear;And not sit beside the nest, Pouring pity in their breast? And not sit both night and day, Wiping all our tears away. O no! it can never be! Never, never can it be! Think' not thou canst breathe a sigh, And thy Maker is not, by.

139. My all in all.

Milton, 15. O God! my all in all thou art; My rest in toil, my ease in pain; The healing of my broken heart; In strife my peace; in loss my gain: From hurt and grief and sin and shame, I hide me, Father, in thy name. In want, my plentiful supply; In weakness, my almighty power; In bonds, my perfect liberty ; My light in sorrow's darkest hour; My swift redemption when I fall; My life in death; my all in all !

C. Wesley.

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