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6 O glorious portion of the saints !
Let faith suppress our sore complaints,
If thou art found a child of grace;
What joy the promises afford.
And purchas'd with the Saviour's blood;
To use and to enjoy them too.
They help me, Lord, to speak thy praise;
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:
That “ as thy days, thy strength shall be. 2 Thy faith is weak, thy foes are strong,
And if the conflict should be long,
For “ as thy days, thy strength shall be." 3 Should persecution rage and flame,
Still trust in thy Redeemer's name:
4 When call’d by Him to bear the cross,
Reproach, affliction, pain, or loss,
Still “ as thy days, thy strength shall be.” 5 When death at length appears in view,
Christ's presence shall the fears subdue:
C.M.- Patience of Hope.
To thee would I resign
And learn thy will divine.
Nor will I dare complain;
My darkest still remain.
How light my sorrows are;
With pains of hell compare. 4 Then will I patiently submit,
Nor let a murmur rise,
L.M.-Prayer for Patience
My peace and pardon to procure;
Help me with patience to endure. 2 The storm of loud repining, hush,
I would in humble silence mourn;
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;
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.
Or contradict his will,
And must be righteous still?
My wealth, my friends, my ease;
Whatever part he please.
Beneath the heaviest load;
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.
Should Nature's self expire,
In awful flames of fire.
Be sullen or repine?
To thee I all resign.
Great God are in thy hand;
And go at thy command.
Yet would I not repine;
They were entirely thine.
Though the whole world were gone,
In thee, and thee alone.
'Tis but a bitter sweet:
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.
Thy sovereign hand denies,
Let this petition rise;
From every murmur free;
And let me live to thee.
My path of life attend;
And help me to resign
And make thy pleasure mine.
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,
Or wilt withhold from me.
Thou art engag’d to grant;
'Tis better still to want.