Though dark my path, and sad my lot, And breathe the prayer divinely taught— "Thy will be done!" What though in lonely grief I sigh "Thy will be done!" If thou shouldst call me to resign Should pining sickness waste away If but my fainting heart be blest "Thy will be done!" Renew my will from day to day, All that now makes it hard to say, "Thy will be done!" Then, when on earth I breathe no more I'll sing upon a happier shore, "Thy will be done!" C. Elliott CXCIII CONFIDENCE Through the love of God, our Saviour, Free and changeless is His favour; All, all is well! Precious is the Blood that heal'd us, Though we pass through tribulation, All will be well; Ours is such a full salvation All, all is well! Happy, still in God confiding, Fruitful, if in Christ abiding, Holy, through the Spirit's guiding ; All must be well! We expect a bright to-morrow, All will be well; Faith can sing through days of sorrow, All, all is well! On our Father's love relying, Jesus every need supplying, Or in living, or in dying. All must be well! Anon. CXCIV THE CONQUEST OF PRIDE In presence of the burning sun, But mine is now a humbled heart, A. Smith CXCV PRIDE OF REASON In pride, in reasoning pride our error lies; A. Pope CXCVI THE CALL Child of sin and sorrow, Heaven bids thee come Child of sin and sorrow, Why wilt thou die? Come, while thou canst borrow Help from on high ! Grieve not that love Which from above, Child of sin and sorrow, Would bring thee nigh. T. Hastings CXCVII PRAYER AT MIDNIGHT The stars shine bright while earth is dark! How clear those far-off silver chimes Chilly but sweet, the midnight air : Falls glittering on the ground. 'Twas night when Christ was born on earth; Night heard his first, faint cry; While angels caroll'd round the star Alas! and is our love too weak Pray for the millions slumbering now; O may those sweet sounds waft them thoughts Pray for th' unholy, and the vain : And ever let us wing our prayer Glory to God who makes the night A. D. Vere |