3 Nor doth it yet appear

How great we must be made :
But when we see our Saviour here,
We shall be like our Head.

4 A hope so much divine
May trials well endure;

May purge our souls from sense and sin,
As Christ, the Lord, is pure.

5 If in my Father's love

I share a filial part,

Send down thy Spirit like a dove,
To rest upon my heart.

6 We would no longer lie

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Like slaves beneath the throne;
Our faith shall Abba, Father, cry,
And thou the kindred own.

1 SOVEREIGN of all the worlds on high,
Allow my humble claim;

Nor, when I raise my guilty head,
Disdain a father's name.

2 My Father-God! how sweet the sound!
How tender-and how dear!

Not all the harmony of heaven
Could so delight the ear.

3 Come, sacred Spirit, seal the name
On my expanding heart;

And show that in Jehovah's grace
I share a filial part.

f 4 Cheered by a signal so divine,
Unwavering I believe;

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And Abba, Father, humbly cry;
Nor can the sign deceive.

S. M. Haverhill. Little Marlboro'.

1 MOST gracious God, reveal
Thy will concerning me;
Whate'er I do-whate'er I feel,
I follow thy decree.

2 The counsels of thy love

Be on my heart impressed,
It then shall at thy bidding move,
And at thy bidding rest.

mf 3 While thou my leader art,

And mak'st me thine abode,
I find the witness in my heart,
That I am born of God.

4 FATHER, thy will be done!
To thee I all resign,

The sole disposer of thine own,
Dispose of me and mine:

5 At thy command-I go,
Or quietly attend,

Len

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"Till all my care and toil below
In rest eternal end.

1 AND can my heart aspire so high,
To say, 'My Father God!'
Lord, at thy feet I long to lie,
And learn to kiss the rod.
2 I would submit to all thy will,
For thou art good and wise;
Let every anxious thought be still,
Nor one faint murmur rise.

mf 3 Thy love can cheer the darksome gloom
And bid me wait serene;

Till hopes and joys immortal bloom,
And brighten all the scene.

Aff 4 My Father!-oh! permit my heart
To plead her humble claim;

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And ask the bliss those words impart,
In my Redeemer's name.

Aff 1 MY God, my Father-blissful name!

Oh! may I call thee mine?

May I, with sweet assurance, claim
A portion so divine?

2 This only can my fears control,

And bid my sorrows fly:

What harm can ever reach my soul,
Beneath my Father's eye?

3 Whate'er thy holy. will denies,
I cheerfully resign;

Lord, thou art good, and just, and wise:
Oh! bend my will to thine.

4 Whate'er thy sacred will ordains,
Oh! give me strength to bear;
And let me know my Father reigns,
And trust his tender care.

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Strength and Protection from God.

mf '1 WHENCE do our mournful thoughts arise?
And where's our courage fled?
Has restless sin, and raging hell
Struck all our comforts dead?
2 Have we forgot th' almighty name
'That formed the earth and sea?
And can an all-creating arm
Grow weary or decay?

3 Almighty strength and boundless grace
In our Jehovah dwell!

He gives the conquest to the weak,
And treads their foes to hell.

4 Mere mortal power shall fade and die,
And youthful vigor cease;

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But we, that wait upon the Lord,
Shall feel our strength increase.

1 AND art thou with us, gracious Lord,
To dissipate our fear?

Dost thou proclaim thyself our God?—
Our God forever near?

2 Dost thou a Father's kindness feel,
For all thy humble saints?

And in such friendly accents speak,
To soothe their sad complaints?

mf 113 Why droop our hearts-why flow our tears While such a voice we hear?

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Why rise our sorrows, and our fears,
While such a friend is near?

4 To all thine other favors add
A heart to trust thy word;
And death itself shall hear us sing,
While resting on the Lord.

1 GREAT Source of boundless power and
Attend my mournful cry;
[grace'

mf

In hours of dark and deep distress,
To thee alone I fly.

2 Thou art my strength, my life, my stay;
Assist my feeble trust;

Oh! drive my gloomy fears away,
And raise ine from the dust.
3 Fain would I call thy grace to mind,
And trust thy glorious name;

Jehovah, powerful, wise, and kind,
Forever is the same.

4 Thy presence, Lord, can cheer my heart,
When earthly comforts die;

Thy voice can bid my pains depart,
And raise my pleasures high.

5 Here let me rest-on thee depend,
My God, my hope, my all;
Be thou my everlasting friend,
And I shall never fall.

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C. M.

Burford. Medfield.

1 HEAR, gracious God, my humble prayer;
To thee I breathe my sighs;
When will the cheering morn appear?
And when my joys arise?

2 My God! oh, could I make the claim-
My Father, and my Friend!
And call thee mine, by every name
On which thy saints depend!—
3 By every name of power and love,
I would thy grace entreat;
Nor should my humble hopes remove,
Nor leave thy mercy-seat.

4 Yet, though my soul in darkness mourns,
Thy word is all my stay;

Here would I rest, till light returns:
Thy presence makes my day.

5 Speak, Lord, and bid celestial peace
Relieve my aching heart;

Oh make my heavy sorrows cease,
And all the gloom depart.

af 6 Then shall my drooping spirit rise,
And bless thy healing rays;

And change these deep, complaining sighs,
For songs of sacred praise.

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C. M.

Dundee. Medfield

1 O GOD of Bethel! by whose hand
Thy people still are fed;

Thou through this weary pilgrimage
Hast all our fathers led."

2 Our vows, our prayers, we now present
Before thy throne of grace:

God of our fathers, be the God
Of their succeeding race.

3 Through each perplexing path of life
Our wandering footsteps guide;
Give us each day our daily bread, ́
And raiment fit provide.

4 Oh, spread thy covering wings around,
Till all our wanderings cease,
And at our Father's loved abode,
Our souls arrive in peace.

5 Such blessings from thy gracious hand,
Our humble prayers implore;
And thou shalt be our chosen God,
Our portion evermore.

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S. M.

Trust in God.

Olmutz. St. Thomas.

1 YOUR harps, ye trembling saints,
Down from the willows take:
Loud to the praise of love divine,
Bid every string awake.

2 Though in a foreign land,

We are not far from home;
And nearer to our house above
We every moment come.

3 His grace will, to the end,

Stronger and brighter shine;
Nor present things-nor things to come,
Shall quench this spark divine.

4 When we in darkness walk,

Nor feel the heavenly flame;
Then will we trust our gracious God,
And rest upon his name.

5 Soon shall our doubts and fears
Subside at his control;

His loving kindness shall break through
The midnight of the soul.