If this stubborn will of mine
Will not bow itself to Thee;
If I struggle and repine

At the lot imposed on me;
Do not let me have my way,
Firmly, kindly say me nay.

And if patience may not come,

But through pain, and toil, and strife, If it be denied to some

Till the evening of their life;

Let me suffer what I may,

Still for patience will I pray.

Patience, Lord, is what I ask,
Only make me wait on Thee.
Here is strength for every task,
This the life of liberty.

As we trust Thee here below,
Will our weight of glory grow.

No. II.

"If any man will come after Me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow Me."-ST. MATT. xvi. 24.

AKE up thy cross, the Saviour said,
If thou wouldst My disciple be;

Deny thyself, the world forsake,
And humbly follow after Me.

Take up thy cross; let not its weight
Fill thy weak spirit with alarm;
His strength shall bear thy spirit up,
And brace thy heart, and nerve thine arm.

Take up thy cross, nor heed the shame;
Nor let thy foolish pride rebel :

Thy Lord for thee the Cross endured,
To save thy soul from death and hell.

Take up thy cross, then, in His strength,
And calmly every danger brave;

It guides thee to a better home,
And leads to victory o'er the grave.

Take up thy cross, and follow Christ,
Nor think till death to lay it down;
For only he who bears the cross
May hope to wear the glorious crown.

Amen.

No. 12.

"For now is our salvation nearer than when we believed."

...

-ROM. xiii. II.

NE sweetly solemn thought

I'm nearer home to-day

Than e'er I've been before;

Nearer my Father's house

Where many mansions be,

Nearer the great white throne,
Nearer the jasper sea;

Nearer the bound of life

Where all lay burdens down ;

Nearer leaving the cross,

Nearer gaining the crown.

But lying darkly between,
Winding down through the night,
Is the dim and unknown stream
That leads at last to light.

Father, my hope fulfil ;

Strengthen my feeble faith;

Let me feel as I would when I stand
Beside the stream of death,-

Feel as I would when

my

feet

Are sliding o'er the brink;

For I may be nearer home,
Nearer now than I think!

No. 13.

Amen.

"Unto the godly there_ariseth up light in the darkness."

-Ps. cxii. 4.

EAD, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom Lead Thou me on!

LEAD,

The night is dark, and I am far from home--
Lead Thou me on!

Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see
The distant scene,-one step enough for me.

I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou
Shouldst lead me on.

I loved to choose and see my path; but now,
Lead Thou me on!

I loved the garish day, and spite of fears,
Pride ruled my will: remember not past years.

So long Thy power hath blest me, sure it still
Will lead me on,

O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till
The night is gone;

And with the morn those Angel faces smilé
Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile.

No. 14.

"Peace, be still.”—ST. MARK iv. 39.

`ALM me, my God, and keep me calm,
While these hot breezes blow;

Be like the night-dew's cooling balm
Upon earth's fevered brow!

Calm me, my God, and keep me calm :
Soft resting on Thy breast;

Soothe me with holy hymn and psalm,
And bid my spirit rest.

Calm me, my God, and keep me calm :
Let Thine outstretchèd wing

Be like the shade of Elim's palm
Beside her desert-spring.

Yes, keep me calm, though loud and rude
The sounds my ear that greet :

Calm in the closet's solitude,

Calm in the bustling street;

Calm in the hour of buoyant health,
Calm in my hour of pain;
Calm in my poverty or wealth,
Calm in my loss or gain;

Calm in the sufferance of wrong,

Like Him Who bore my shame ;

Calm 'mid the threatening, taunting throng

Who hate Thy holy Name;

Calm when the great world's news with power My listening spirit stir :

Let not the tidings of the hour

E'er find too fond an ear;

Calm as the ray of sun or star
Which storms assail in vain,
Moving unruffled through earth's war
Th' eternal calm to gain !

No. 15.

"He that refraineth his lips is wise."-PROV. x. 19.

PRUNE

RUNE thou thy words, the thoughts control
That o'er thee swell and throng;

They will condense within thy soul,

And change to purpose strong.

But he who lets his feelings run
In soft luxurious flow,

Shrinks when hard service must be done,
And faints at every woe.

Faith's meanest deed more favour bears,
Where hearts and wills are weighed,
Than brightest transports, choicest prayers,
Which bloom their hour and fade.

No. 16.

"We love Him, because He first loved us."-1 JOHN iv. 19.

MY God, I love Thee; not because

I hope for heaven thereby,

Nor yet because who love Thee not
Must die eternally.

Thou, O my Jesus, Thou didst me

Upon the Cross embrace;

For me didst bear the nails, and spear,
And manifold disgrace.