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.

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.

C. M.

Filial Submission.

Dundee. Canterbury.

1 AND can my heart aspire so high,
To say, 'My Father God!"
Lord, at thy feet 1 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;

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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.

C. M.

Stamford. Litchfield.

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.

C. M.

Colchester. Stamford.

319 Strength and Protection from God.

mf 11 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.

C. M.

Barby. Litchfield.

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!

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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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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.

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;

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And thou shalt be our chosen God,
Our portion evermore.

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.