UFFICE that for the season past,
We have too much our pleasure sought;
For comfort cried with eager haste,
And murmured when we found it not;
We leave it now to thee alone,
Father, thy will alone be done.
2 Welcome alike the crown and cross,
Welcome both trouble and relief;
If thou shalt send us gain or loss,
Honor or scorn, delight or grief,
All our request shall end in one,
Father, thy will alone be done.
PROVERBS Xii. 27-xvi. 18. ECCLESIASTES V. 12.
504 EROES. VI. 7. 2 THESS. iii. 12. ROM. xii. 11. L. M. SWEET is the bread the Lord bestows, Reward of industry and prayer;
From lawless gain small comfort flows
Attended by remorse and care.
2 Sweet the repose which labors bring,
When evening calls the tired to rest;
Faith takes from sorrow all its sting,
No foes alarm, no fears molest.
3 'Tis sweet to know we serve the Lord,
Not men alone while here we toil;
He will our faithfulness reward,
He will upon our labor smile.
4 Let us be calm and active too,
Look up to God for all success;
Keep our celestial crown in view,
And cherish constant thankfulness.
5 Soon will the Lord our labors close
And call us to eternal day;
To realms of undisturbed repose,
To life and bliss which ne'er decay.
WEET is the memory of thy grace,
My God, my heavenly King;
Let age to age thy righteousness
In psalms of triumph sing.
2 God reigns on high, but not confines
His goodness to the skies;
O'er the whole earth his bounty shines,
And every want supplies.
3 With longing eyes, thy creatures wait
On thee for daily food;
Thy liberal hand provides them meat,
And fills their mouths with good.
4 Creatures, with all their endless race,
Thy power and praise proclaim;
May we, who taste thy richer grace,
Delight to bless thy name.
WEET is the work, O God, my King,
To praise thy name, give thanks and sing;
To show thy love by morning light,
And talk of all thy truth at night.
2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest,
No mortal cares shall seize my breast;
Oh, may my heart in tune be found,
Like David's harp of solemn sound.
3 My heart shall triumph in the Lord,
And praise his works, and praise his word:
Thy works of grace, how bright they shine,
How deep thy counsels-how divine.
4 And I shall see thee as thou art,
When grace hath well refined my heart;
Sin, my worst foe, shall then be slain,
Nor Satan break my peace again,
5 Then shall I all that goodness know,
Which guides and keeps us here below:
And every power find sweet employ
In that eternal world of joy.
PSALM CXliii. 5. HEBREWS xii. 2.
WEET the moments rich in blessing,
Which before the cross I spend;
Life and health and peace possessing,
From the sinner's dying Friend.
Here I'd sit for ever viewing
Mercy's streams, in streams of blood;
Precious drops, my soul bedewing,
Plead and gain my peace with God.
2 Love and grief my heart dividing.
Gazing here I'd spend my breath;
Constant still in faith abiding,
Life deriving from his death:
Lord, in grateful contemplation,
Make me view thy love divine,
Till I taste thy whole salvation,
Where, unveiled, thy glories shine.
WEETER sounds than music knows,
Charm me in Immanuel's name;
All her hopes my spirit owes
To his birth, and cross, and shame. 2 When he came the angels sung, Glory be to God on high;
Lord, unloose my stammering tongue;
Who should louder sing than I?
3 Did the Lord a man become,
That he might the law fulfil,
Bleed and suffer in my room?
And canst thou, my tongue, be still?
4 No-I must my praises bring,
Though they worthless are, and weak;
For, should we refuse to sing,
Sure the very stones would speak.
5 O my Saviour, Shield, and Sun,
Shepherd, Brother, Lord, and Friend,
Every precious name in one,
I will love thee without end.
DEUTERONOMY XV. 9-11. PROVERBS xix. 17.
509 8. Acrs xvii. 28.--xx. 35. L. M. 1 EACH us, O Lord, with cheerful heart, As thou hast blessed our various store.
From our abundance to impart
A liberal portion to the poor.
2 To thee our all devoted be,
In whom we breathe, and move, and live;
Freely we have received from thee;
Freely may we rejoice to give.
3 And while we thus obey thy word,
And every call of want relieve,
Oh, may we feel it, gracious Lord,
More blessed to give, than to receive.
1 THAT day of wrath, that dreadful day,
When heaven and earth shall pass away;
What power shall be the sinner's stay,
How shall he meet that dreadful day?
2 When shrivelling like a parched scroll,
The flaming heavens together roll,
When louder yet, and yet more dread,
Swells the high trump that wakes the dead,
3 Oh, on that day, that wrathful day,
When man to judgment wakes from clay,
What power shall be the sinner's stay,
When heaven and earth shall pass away?
4 Jesus, 'tis thou, at that dread hour,
When time itself shall be no more,
Still, still wilt prove thy people's stay,
Though heaven and earth shall pass away.
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