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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!

123.

In thy hand.

J. CONDER.

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!

Noyes, 38.

124.

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.

Labor! wait!

EVERY day hath toil and trouble,

Every heart hath care:

Anon.

Joy, 66.

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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Thou comprehend'st him not;
Yet earth and heaven tell,

God sits as sovereign on the throne;
He ruleth all things well.

127.

P. GERHARDT: TR. BY J. WESLEY.

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.

128.

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 storms,

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.

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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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His goodness stands approved Down to the present day: I'll drop my burden at his feet, And bear a song away!

129.

P. DODDRIDGE.

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 £nd
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.

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Go not far from me, O my God, Whom all my times obey;

ANON.

Simeon, 30.

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 !

ANNA L WARING.

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SWEET is the solace of thy love,

My Heavenly Friend, to me,

Simeon, 30.

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.

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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!

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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.

135.

J. G. WHITTIER.

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!

136.

J. BOWRING.

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.

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And not be in sorrow too?

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

138.

The Comforter.

W. BLAKE.

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!

Moravian.

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.

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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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