4 " My Father," O permit my heart 1 43. Death.-6 Hymns. Nor from the dust affliction grows, Yet we are born to cares and woes, C M. 2 As sparks break out from burning coals, And still are upwards borne, So grief is rooted in our souls, 3 Yet with my God I leave my cause, 4 Not all the pains that e'er I bore 44. 1 NAKED, as from the earth we came, And crept to life at first, We to the earth return again, C. M. 2 The dear delights we here enjoy, Are but short favours borrow'd now, 3 "Tis God that lifts our comforts high, He gives, (and blessed be his name!) 4 Peace, all our angry passions, then, 5 If smiling mercy crown our lives, 45. 1 COURAGE, my soul! behold the prize The Saviour's love provides, Eternal life beyond the skies, For all whom here he guides. C. M. 2 The wicked cease from troubling there, The weary are at rest; Sorrow and sin, and pain and care, 3 A wicked world and wicked heart Each acts a too successful part 4 In conflict with this threefold hoop, Did not thy promise bear me up, 5 But, fighting in my Saviour's strength, Tho' mighty are my foes, I shall a conq'ror be at length 6 Then why, my soul, complain or fear? 46. i On! happy soul who 'rt safely past Thy weary warfare here; Arriv'd at Jesu's feet at last, Thou 'st banish'd all thy fear. C. M. 2 No more shall sickness break thy rest, No more shall doubts disturb thy breast, 3 No more the world on thee shall frown, No longer Satan roar, Thy man of sin is broken down, 4 Adieu, vain world, the spirit cries, For Jesus fills my cup with joys, 5 A taste of love we get below, 6 Delightful concord always reigns There hymns are sung, in rapt'rous strains, With ceaseless joy and love. 47. Resignation. 1 My times of sorrow and of joy, Great God, are in thy hand: C. M. My choicest comforts come from thee, 2 If thou shouldst take them all away, 3 Nor would I drop a murm'ring word, In thee, and thee alone. 4 What is the world, with all its store? When I attempt to pluck the rose 5 Here perfect bliss can ne'er be found, Midst changing scenes and dying friends, 48. The Wisdom of God. L. M. 1 WAIT, O my soul, thy Maker's will; And by his saints it stands confest 4 Wait then, my soul, submissive wait 49. He has done all things well. Mark vii. 37. L. M. |