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4 Thou wilt not break a bruised reed,
Or quench the smallest spark of grace, Till through the soul thy power is spread,
Thy all-victorious righteousness. 5 The day of small and feeble things,
I know thou never wilt despise; I know, with healing in his wings,
The Sun of righteousness shall rise.
C. M, In fear and trembling. TATHER of lights, thy needful aid
To us that ask, impart; Mistrustful of ourselves, afraid
of our own treach'rous heart.
To thee for help we call :
By thee unsaved, we fall.
Without superior love;
And wisdom's ways approve.
Our own infirmity;
And cry, O God, to thee!
Our only strength thou art; Above the world and Satan's power,
And greater than our heart.
In pature's slipp'ry ways;
By thy sufficient grace.
o make me in thy likeness shine.
Thy will in all things may I see;
And ballow'd my whole heart to thee.
With lamb-like patience arm my breast;
In lowly meekness may I rest,
Howe'er life's various current Auw;
And follow where my Lord doth go.
6 Thou, Lord, the dreadful fight hast won;
Alone thou hast the wine-press trod;
O may I conquer through thy blood. 6 So, when on Zion thou shalt stand,
And all heaven's host adore their King, Shall I be found at thy right hand,
And, free froin pain, thy glories sing, 757
L. M. Patient thankfulness and trust, TTERNAL beam of Light divine,
Fountain of unexhausted love; In whom the Father's glories shine,
Through earth beneath, and heaven above 2 Jesus, the weary wandrer's rest,
Give me thy easy yoke to bear; With steadfast patience ann my breast,
With spotless love and lowly fear, 8 Thankful I take the cup from thee,
Prepared and mingled by thy skill: Though bitter to the taste it be,
Powerful the wounded soul to heal. 4 Be thou, O Rock of ages, nigh!
So shall each murm'ring thought be gone, And grief, and fear, and care shall fly,
As clouds before the mid-day sun. 5 Speak to my warring passions, Pence;
Say to my trembling heart,--Be still; Thy power my strength and fortress is,
For all things serve thy sov'reigu will. 6 O death I where is thy sting! Where now
Thy boasted victory, O grave!
Can hurt whom God delights to savet
C. M, Submissive resignation. 0
LORD! my best desire fulfil,
And help me to resign
And make thy pleasure mine.
Whose love forbis my fears?
That wipes away my tears?
What most I prize to thee,
Or wilt withhold from me.
Shill be my rich supply;
Let wisdom still deny.
In thee I firmly trust;
Are merciful and just.
W bate'er I have I owe;
May all thy bounties flow,
When used as talents lent;
When in thy service spent.
Shall I arraign thy will!
The Lord is gracious still.
L. M. Comfort in the promises. 0
GOD! to thee we raise our eyes;
Calm resignation we implore; O let no murm'ring thought arise,
But humbly let us still adore. 2 With meek submission may we bear
Each needful cross thou shalt ordain; Nor think our trials too severe,
Nor dare thy justice to arraign. 3 For though mysterious now thy ways
To erring mortals may appear, Hereafter we thy name shall praise,
For all our keenest suff'rings here. 4 Thy needful help, O God, afford,
Nor let 118 sink in deep despair; Aid us to trust thy sacred word,
And find our sweetest comfort there. 761
Patient in tribulation, WITH trouble laden-grief oppress'd, WT
Wings had I like a dove, I'd fly away, and be at rest,
Within a world above !--
Swell Jesus' glorious train;.
Nur death an entrance gain;3 W'bere God's own hand shall wipe away
The tears from every face; And Jesus to his saints display
His mysteries of grace. 4 Yet, Loril, each murm’ring thought control;
Exeh anxious wish repress :