Thou my daily task shalt give; Strong in faith, with mind subdued, 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:" In life, in death, within thy hand Noyes, 38. 124. DAY by day the manna fell: 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. Thou comprehend'st him not; God sits as sovereign on the throne; 127. P. GERHARDT: TR. BY J. WESLEY. Providence. Arlington, 19. GOD moves in a mysterious way Ye fearful souls, fresh courage take! Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, And scan his work in vain; 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; He everywhere hath rule, 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. 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: A moment may his hand seem lost,- We cry, "Lord, help the tempest-tost!" O happy soul, of faith divine, Thy victory how sure! The love that kindles joy is thine, Go not far from me, O my God, Whom all my times obey; ANON. Simeon, 30. Take from me anything thou wilt, And let the storm that does thy work When I am feeble as a child, And flesh and heart give way, And the rough wind becomes a song, Then let the storm that speeds me home ANNA L WARING. SWEET is the solace of thy love, My Heavenly Friend, to me, Simeon, 30. While through the hidden way of faith Oft, in a dark and lonely place, O, there is nothing in the world E'en the dark times I dread the most And when the pleasant morning dawns, Still in the solitary place I would awhile abide, 1704. 9:64 9:b THOU Grace Divine, encircling all, One soft hand blinds our eyes, And though we turn us from thy face, Enough, that blessings undeserved That death seems but a covered way Wherein no blinded child can stray No longer forward or behind I look, in hope or fear; But, grateful, take the good I find, 135. J. G. WHITTIER. Thy will be done. Jerome, 65. THY will be done! In devious way Thy will be done! If o'er us shine Thy will be done! Though shrouded o'er 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. 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! From all eternity, with love In suffering be thy love my peace; In death as life, be thou my guide, Moravian. Can I see another's grief And can he who smiles on all Think not thou canst breathe a sigh, O GOD! my all in all thou art; In want, my plentiful supply; C. Wesley. |