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There let it fill some humble place

Beneath my Lord the Lamb! 334

C. M. Medfield. Litchfield. P IN thy rebukes, all-gracious God,

What soft compassion reigns !
What gentle accents of thy voice

Allay thy children's pains !
2 “When I correct my chosen sons,

A father's howels move:
One transient moment bounds my wrath,

But endless is my love."
mf 3 Our faith shall look through every tear,

And view thy smiling face;
And hope, amid our sighs, shall tune

An anthem to thy grace.
mp 4 Receive, at length, my weary soul

To join thy saints above; mf Then shall I learn a song of praise, Eternal as thy love.

C. M.

Dedham. Oakland, 335

Safe trusting in God.
O LORD! my best desires fultil,

And help me to resign
Life, health, and comfort, to thy will,

And make thy pleasure mine.
2 Why should I shrink at thy command,

Whose love forbids my fears?
Or tremble at the gracious hand

That wipes away my tears ?
3 No-rather let me freely yield

What most I prize to thee,
Who never hast a good withheld,

Or wilt withhold from me.
4 Wisdom and mercy guide my way;

Shall I resist them both ?-
A poor, blind creature of a day,

And crushed before the moth!
5 But ah! my inward spirit cries,

Still bind me to thy sway;
Else the next cloud that vails my skies

Will drive these thoughts away.

S. M.

Bethany. 336

Faith prevailing in Trouble.
IF, through unruffled seas,

Toward heaven we calmly sail,
With grateful hearts, O God, to thee

We'll own the fostering gale.
2 But should the surges rise,

And rest delay to come,
Blest be the sorrow-kind the storm,

Which drives us nearer home.
3 Soon shall our doubts and fears

All yield to thy control:
Thy tender mercies shall illume

The midnight of the soul.
4 Teach us, in every state,

To make thy will our own;
And when the joys of sense depart,

To live by faith alone. 337

C. M. Westford. Eastport. Princeton mp WHEN languor and disease invade

This trembling house of clay,
'Tis sweet to look beyond my pain,

And long to fly away :
2 Sweet to look inward, and attend

The whispers of his love;
Sweet to look upward, to the place

Where Jesus pleads above :-
3 Sweet to look back, and see my name

In life's fair book set down;
Sweet to look forward, and behold

Eternal joys my own :-
4 Sweet on his faithfulness to rest,

Whose love can never end;
Sweet on the covenant of his grace

For all things to depend :-
5 Sweet, in the confidence of faith,

To trust his firm decrees;
Sweet to lie passive in his hands,

And know no will but his.
6 If such the sweetness of the stream,

What must the fountain bc,
Where saints and angels draw their bliss,

O Lord, direct from thee!

C. M. Medfield. Clarendon 338

A submissive and docile Spirit.
THOU boundless source of every good!

Our best desires fulfil:
Help us t'adore thy wondrous grace,

And mark thy sovereign will.
2 In all thy mercies may our souls

Thy bounteous goodness see;
Nor let the gifts thy grace imparts

Estrange our hearts from thee.
3 Teach us, in time of deep distress,

To own thy hand, O God !
And in submissive silence learn

The lessons of thy rod.
4 In every changing scene of life,

Whate'er that scene may be,
Give us a meek and humble mind,

A mind at peace with thee.
5 Do thou direct our steps aright;

Help us thy name to fear:
Oh give us grace to watch and pray,

And strength to persevere.
6 Then may we close our eyes in death,

Free from distracting care;

For death is life-and labor rest, mf

If thou art with us there.

C. M.

Dundee. Barby. 339

Contentment.
FATHER, whate'er of earthly bliss

Thy sovereign will denies,
Accepted at thy throne of grace

Let this petition rise :
mp 2 'Give me a calm, a thankful heart,

From every murmur free;
The blessings of thy grace impart,

And make me live to thee.
3 Oh let the hope that thou art mine,

My life and death attend
< Thy presence through my journey shine,

And crown my journey's end.

C. M. Stamford. Colchester. 340 God's Covenant a Security in Trouble. MY God, the covenant of thy love

Abides forever sure;
And in its boundless grace I feel

My happiness secure.
2 Since thou, the everlasting God,

My Father art become-
My Saviour my almighty Friend,

And heaven my final home ;-
3 I welcome all thy sovereign will,

For all that will is love;
And when thy way, great God, is dark,

I wait thy light above.
4 Thy covenant, in my dying hour,

Shall dwell upon my tongue,
< And when I wake, shall still employ
mf My everlasting song.

S. M.

Haverhill. Dover. 341

Casting our Cares on God.
HOW gentle God's commands !

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

And trust his constant care.
2 His bounty will provide;

His saints securely dwell;
That hand which bears creation up,
Shall guard his children well.
Why should this anxious load

Press down your weary mind?

Oh, seek your heavenly Father's throne, р And peace and comfort find.

4 His goodness stands approved,

Unchanged from day to day ; mf I'll drop my burden at his feet, And bear a song away.

S. M.

Olmut Mornington. 342

Humbly waiting on God.
AND shall I sit alone,

Oppressed with grief and fear?
To God, my Father, make my moan,
And he refuse to hear?

2 If he my Father be,

His pity he will show;
From cruel bondage set me free,

And inward peace bestow.
3 If still he silence keep,

'Tis but my faith to try;
He knows and feels whene'er I weep,

And softens every sigh.
4 Then will I humbly wait,

Nor once indulge despair;
My sins are great-but not so great

As his compassions are. 343

L. M. Ralston. Appleton.
WAIT, O my soul, thy Maker's will;
Tumultuous passions, all be still !
Nor let a murmuring thought arise-
His ways are just-his counsels wise.
2 He in the thickest darkness dwells,
Performs his work-the cause conceals:
But, though his methods are unknown,
Judgment and truth support his throne.
3 Wait then, my soul-submissive wait,
Prostrate before his awful seat :
Amid the terrors of his rod,
Still trust a wise and gracious God.

C. M. Colchester. Stamford, 344

Bearing Shame for Christ.
mf DIDST thou, dear Saviour, suffer shame,

And bear the cross for me?
And shall I fear to own thy name,

Or thy disciple be ?
2 Inspire my soul with life divine,

And make me truly bold;
Let knowledge, faith, and meekness shine,

Nor love, nor zeal grow cold.
3 Let mockers scoff-the world defame,

And treat me with disdain;
Still may I glory in thy name,

Ana count reproach my gain.
4 To thee I cheerfully submit,

And all my powers resign;
Let wisdom point out what is fit,

And I'll no more repine

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