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6 O glorious portion of the saints !

Let faith suppress our sore complaints,
And tune our hearts and tongues to sing
Our bounteous God, our sovereign king.

L.M.- All things working for good Rom. viii. 28.
1 MY soul, survey thy happiness,

If thou art found a child of grace;
How richly is the gospel stor’d,

What joy the promises afford.
2“ All things are yours,” the gift of God,

And purchas'd with the Saviour's blood;
While the good Spirit shews us how

To use and to enjoy them too.
3 If peace and plenty crown my days,

They help me, Lord, to speak thy praise;
If bread of sorrows be my food,

Those sorrows work my real good. 4 Father! I wait thy daily will,

Thou shalt divide my portion still: Grant me, on earth, what seems thee best, 'Till death and heaven reveal the rest.

391. L.M.-“ As thu days, so shall thy strength be.Deut. xxxiii. 25. 1 AFFLICTED saint! to Christ draw near;

Thy Saviour's gracious promise hear:
His faithful word declares to thee,

That “ as thy days, thy strength shall be. 2 Thy faith is weak, thy foes are strong,

And if the conflict should be long,
Thy Lord will make the tempter flee;

For “ as thy days, thy strength shall be." 3 Should persecution rage and flame,

Still trust in thy Redeemer's name:
In fiery trials thou shalt see,
That " as thy days, thy strength shall be.

4 When call’d by Him to bear the cross,

Reproach, affliction, pain, or loss,
Or deep distress, and poverty;

Still “ as thy days, thy strength shall be.” 5 When death at length appears in view,

Christ's presence shall the fears subdue:
He comes to set thy spirit free;
And “ as thy days, thy strength shall be."


C.M.- Patience of Hope.
1 THOU Sovereign Ruler of the world,

To thee would I resign
My future hopes and present joys,

And learn thy will divine.
2 I kiss the hand which holds the rod,

Nor will I dare complain;
Although my brightest days be past;

My darkest still remain.
3 Compar'd with what my Saviour felt,

How light my sorrows are;
Nor can the greatest pains I feel,

With pains of hell compare. 4 Then will I patiently submit,

Nor let a murmur rise,
While I possess a steadfast hope
Of bliss beyond the skies.


L.M.-Prayer for Patience
1 LORD, who has suffer'd all for me,

My peace and pardon to procure;
The lighter cross I bear for thee,

Help me with patience to endure. 2 The storm of loud repining, hush,

I would in humble silence mourn;
Why should the unburnt, tho' burning bush,

Be angry as the crackling thorn?

3 Ah! were I buffeted all day,

Mock’d, crown'd with thorns, and spit upon; I yet should have no right to say,

My great distress is mine alone. 4 Let me not angrily declare

No pain was ever sharp like mine;
Nor murmur at the cross I bear,
But rather weep, remembering thine.

394. L.M.—Despise not thou the chustening of the Lord, nor faint when

thou art rebuked of him." Heb. xii. 5. 1 CHASTIS D by an indulgent God,

I would the kind chastisement feel, But never faint beneath the rod,

Nor desperate, nor insensible. 2 From each extreme divinely kept,

The trouble coming from above, I would with thankful awe accept, And bless, with tears, my Father's love.

395. C.M.-“ It is the LORD-let him do what seemeth him good.1 IT is the Lord -- enthron'd in light,

Whose claims are all divine; Who has an undisputed right,

To govern me and mine.
2 It is the Lord-should I distrust,

Or contradict his will,
Who cannot do but what is just,

And must be righteous still?
3 It is the Lord – who gives me all,

My wealth, my friends, my ease;
And of his bounties, may recall

Whatever part he please.
4 It is the Lord -- who can sustain

Beneath the heaviest load;
From whom assistance I obtain

To tread the thorny road.

1 Sam. iii. 18.

5 It is the Lord - whose matchless skill

Can, from afflictions, raise Blessings, eternity to fill

With ever-growing praise. 6 It is the Lord, my covenant God,

Thrice blessed be his name; Whose gracious promise, seald with blood,

Must ever be the same.
7 His covenant will my soul defend

Should Nature's self expire,
And the great judge of all descend

In awful flames of fire.
8 Can I with hopes so firmly built,

Be sullen or repine?
No, gracious God, take what thou wilt,

To thee I all resign.

C.M.- Resignation; or God our Portion.
1 MY times of sorrow and of joy,

Great God are in thy hand;
My choicest comforts come from thee,

And go at thy command.
2 If thou should'st take them all away,

Yet would I not repine;
Before they were possess ‘d by me,

They were entirely thine.
3 Nor would I drop a murmuring word,

Though the whole world were gone,
But seek enduring happiness

In thee, and thee alone.
4 What is the world, with all its store?

'Tis but a bitter sweet:
When I attempt to pluck the rose,

A pricking thorn I meet.

5 Here perfect bliss can ne'er be found,

The honey's mix'd with gall; 'Midst changing scenes and dying friends, Be thou my All in All.

C.M.— Desiring Resignation and Thankfulness.
1 FATHER, whate'er of earthly bliss

Thy sovereign hand denies,
Accepted at the throne of grace,

Let this petition rise;
2 Give me a calm, a thankful heart,

From every murmur free;
The blessings of thy grace impart,

And let me live to thee.
3 Let the sweet hope that thou art mine,

My path of life attend;
Thy presence through my journey shine,
And bless my journey's end.


1 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


fears? Or tremble at thy gracious hand

That wipes away my tears? 3 No, let me rather 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,

Thou art engag’d to grant;
What else I want, or think I do,

'Tis better still to want.


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