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171 My God and Father, while I stray

Far from my home, on life's rough

O teach me from my heart to say,

Thy will be done !"

2 If Thou shouldst call me to resign

What most I prize, it ne'er was mine;
I only yield Thee what was Thine ;-

“ Thy will be done!"

3 If but my fainting heart be blest

With Thy sweet Spirit for its guest,
My God, to Thee I leave the rest ;-

“ Thy will be done !"

4 Renew my will from day to day ;

Blend it with Thine, and take away
All that now makes it hard to say,

Thy will be done!”

5 Then, when on earth I breathe no more,

oft mixed with tears before, I'll sing upon a happier shore,

Thy will be done!"

172 0 THOU that hearest prayer,

Behold us at Thy feet;
Now let us prove Thy presence here,

Where two or three are met!

2 Thy promise, Lord, we plead;

Nor can we plead in vain;
Thou never saidst to Israel's seed,

“ Seek ye my face in vain.” 3 Glory to Thee alone,

Thou God of boundless grace,
Who dost refreshing showers send down,

To cheer Thy drooping race ! 4 0, let it now be shown

How true, how good Thou art !
Lord, send a gracious answer down,

To every waiting heart!

173 O FOR a closer walk with God,

A calm and heavenly frame,
A light to shine upon the road

That leads me to the Lamb!
2 Return, O Holy Dove, return,

Sweet messenger of rest;
I hate the sins that made Thee mourn,

And drove Thee from my breast.
3 The dearest idol I have known,

Whate'er that idol be,
Help me to tear it from Thy throne,

And worship only Thee.
4 So shall my walk be close with God,

Calm and serene my frame;
So purer light shall mark the road

That leads me to the Lamb.

174 JESUS, where'er Thy people meet,

There they behold a mercy seat; Where'er they seek Thee, Thou art found,

And ev'ry place is hallow'd ground.
2 Still may they prove the pow'r of pray'r

To strengthen faith and sweeten care;
To teach their faint desires to rise,

And bring all heav'n before their eyes ;
3 Lord, we are weak, but Thou art near,

Nor short Thine arm, nor deaf Thine ear,
Rend Thou the heav'ns, come quickly

And make a thousand hearts Thine own.

175 O LORD, my best desire fulfil,

And help me to resign
Life, health, and comfort, to Thy will,

And make Thy pleasure mine!
2 Why should I shrink at Thy command,

Whose love forbids my fears;
Or tremble at the gracious hand

That wipes away my tears?
3 No;-rather let me freely yield

What most I prize, to Thee,
Who never hast a good withheld,

Or wilt withhold from me.
4 Thy favour, all my journey through,

If Thou vouchsafe to grant,
What else I want, or think I do,

'Tis better still to want.

176 HEAR, O Lord! on Thee I call;

Prostrate at Thy feet I fall;
O, make haste, to Thee I cry;
Hear in mercy, and draw nigh.

2 Keep me from each tempting snare,

Make and keep my conscience clear ;
While surrounding foes despise,
On Thy truth I fix my eyes.

3 All my trust is in Thy Word;

Cast not out my soul, O Lord ;
Guard me till the danger 's past;
O receive my soul at last.

177 A S pants the hart for cooling streams,

When heated in the chase :
So longs my soul, O God, for Thee

And Thy refreshing grace.

2 For Thee, my God, the living God,

My thirsty soul doth pine :
O, when shall I behold Thy face?
Thou Majesty divine.

3 Why restless, why cast down, my soul?

Hope still, and thou shalt sing
The praise of Him who is thy God,

Thy health's eternal spring.

178 O LORD! I would delight in Thee,

And on Thy care depend;
To Thee in every trouble flee,

My best, my only friend.
2 When all created streams are dried,

Thy fulness is the same;
May I with this be satisfied,

And glory in Thy name!
3 Why should the soul a drop bemoan,

Which has a fountain near ?
A fountain that will ever run

With waters sweet and clear.
4 No good in creatures can be found,

But may be found in Thee;
I must have all things, and abound,

While God is God to me.
5 O, that I had a stronger faith!

To look within the veil,
To credit what my Saviour saith,

Whose word can never fail.
6 O Lord ! I cast my care on Thee :

I triumph and adore :
Henceforth my great concern shall be

To love and please Thee more.

179 MY only Saviour, when I feel

O'erwhelm'd in spirit, faint, opprest, 'Tis sweet to tell Thee, while I kneel Low at Thy feet, “ Thou art my rest."

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