NAOMI. C. M.

DR. L. MASON.

1 CALM me, my God, and keep me calm: Let thine outstretchéd wing

Be like the shade of Elim's palm,
Beside her desert spring.

2 Yes, keep me calm, though loud and rude
The sounds my ear that greet,—
Calm in the closet's solitude,

Calm in the bustling street,

3 Calm in the hour of buoyant health,
Calm in the hour of pain,

Calm in my poverty or wealth,
Calm in my loss or gain,-

4 Calm in the sufferance of wrong,
Like him who bore my shame,
Calm 'mid the threatening, taunting
throng,

Who hate thy holy name.

5 Calm me, my God, and keep me calm,
Soft resting on thy breast;
Soothe me with holy hymn and psalm,
And bid my spirit rest.

507. Charitableness.

1 THINK gently of the erring one! And let us not forget, However darkly stained by sin, He is our brother yet.

2

Heir of the same inheritance,
Child of the self-same God;
He hath but stumbled in the path,
We have in weakness trod.

3 Speak gently to the erring one:
Thou yet may'st lead him back,
With holy words, and tones of love,
From misery's thorny track.
Forget not thou hast often sinned,
And sinful yet must be:

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Deal gently with the erring one, As God has dealt with thee.

2 Oh! may that faith our hearts sustain, Wherein they fearless stood,

When, in the power of cruel men,
They poured their willing blood.

3 God, whom we serve, our God, can save, Can damp the scorching flame,

Can build an ark, can smooth the wave,
For such as love his name.

4 Lord! if thine arm support us still
With its eternal strength,
We shall o'ercome the mightiest ill,
And conquerors prove at length.

Though vines their fruit deny,
The labor of the olive fail,

And fields no food supply ;

2 Though from the fold with sad surprise,
My flock cut off I see;
Though famine pine in empty stalls,
Where herds were wont to be:-

3 Yet in the Lord will I be glad,
And glory in his love;

In him rejoice, who will the God
Of my salvation prove.

4 God is the treasure of my soul,

The source of lasting joy;

A joy, which want shall not impair,
Nor death itself destroy.

511. Submission.

1 O LORD! my best desires fulfili, And help me to resign.

2

Life, health, and comfort to thy will
And make thy pleasure mine.

Why should I shrink at thy command,
Thy love forbids my fears;
Why tremble at the gracious hand,

That wipes away my tears?

3 No, let me rather freely yield
What most I prize, to thee;
Thou never hast a good withheld,
Nor wilt withhold from me.

4 Thy favor, all my journey through,
Shall be my rich supply;
What more I want, or think I do,
Let wisdom still deny.

512. Humility.

1 THY home is with the humble, Lord!
The simple are the best;
Thy lodging is in child-like hearts;
Thou makest there thy rest.

2 Dear Comforter! eternal Love!
If thou wilt stay with me,
Of lowly thoughts and simple ways
I'll build a house for thee.

3 Who made this breathing heart of mine
But thou, my heavenly Guest?
Let no one have it, then, but thee,
And let it be thy rest!

1 LORD, I believe; thy power I own; Thy word I would obey;

I wander comfortless and lone,
When from thy truth 1 stray.
2 Lord, I believe; but gloomy fears
Sometimes bedim my sight;

I look to thee with prayers and tears,
And cry for strength and light.
3 Lord, I believe; but oft, I know,
My faith is cold and weak:
My weakness strengthen, and bestow
The confidence I seek.

4 Yes! I believe; and only thou
Canst give my soul relief:
Lord, to thy truth my spirit bow;
"Help thou mine unbelief!"

515. Sensibility.

1 AND can mine eyes, without a tear,
A weeping Saviour see?
Shall I not weep his groans to hear
Who groaned and died for me?

2 Blest Jesus! let those tears of thine Subdue each stubborn foe;

Come, fill my heart with love divine, And bid my sorrows flow.

516.

Faith.

1 FAITH adds new charms to earthly bliss, And saves me from its snares; Its aid, in every duty, brings,

And softens all my cares.

2 The wounded conscience knows its The healing balm to give;

power

That balm the saddest heart can cheer,
And make the dying live.

3 Wide it unvails celestial worlds,

Where deathless pleasures reign;
And bids me seek my portion there,
Nor bids me seek in vain.

4 It shows the precious promise sealed
With the Redeemer's blood;
And helps my feeble hope to rest
Upon a faithful God.

5 There there unshaken would I rest, Till this vile body dies;

And then, on faith's triumphant wings,
To endless glory rise.

2 Rejoice when care and woe

The fainting soul oppress;

When tears at wakeful midnight flow, And morn brings heaviness.

3 Rejoice in hope and fear;

Rejoice in life and death; Rejoice when threatening storms are near, And comfort languisheth.

4 When should not they rejoice,

Whom Christ his brethren calls; Who hear and know his guiding voice, When on their hearts it falls?

5 So, though our path is steep,

And many a tempest lowers,
Shall his own peace our spirits keep,
And Christ's dear love be ours.

519. Resignation.

1 Be tranquil, O my soul,

Be quiet every fear!

Thy Father hath supreme control,
And he is ever near.

2 Ne'er of thy lot complain,
Whatever may befall;
Sickness or sorrow, care or pain,
'Tis well appointed all.
3 A Father's chastening hand
Is leading thee along;
Nor distant is the promised land,
Where swells th' immortal song.
4 Oh! then, my soul, be still!

Await heaven's high decree;
Seek but to do thy Father's will,
It shall be well with thee.

520. Confidence.

1 IN true and patient hope,
My soul, on God attend;
And calmly, confidently look
Till he salvation send.

2 I shall his goodness see,

While on his name I call;
He will defend and strengthen me,
And I shall never fall.

3 Jesus, to thee I fly,

My refuge, and my tower;
Upon thy faithful love rely,
And find thy saving power.

1 IF, through unruffled seas,

Toward heaven we calmly sail, With grateful hearts, O God, to thee, We'll own the favoring gale.

2 But should the surges rise,

And rest delay to come,

Blest be the sorrow-kind the storm,
Which drives us nearer home.

3 Soón shall our doubts and fears
All yield to thy control:
Thy tender mercies shall illume
The midnight of the soul.

4 Teach us, in every state,

To make thy will our own;

And when the joys of sense depart,
To live by faith alone.

4 A soul inured to pain,

To hardship, grief and loss,
Bold to take up, firm to sustain
The consecrated cross;

5 I want a godly fear,

A quick-discerning eye,

That looks to thee when sin is near,
And sees the tempter fly;

6 A spirit still prepared,

And armed with jealous care,
Forever standing on its guard,
And watching unto prayer.

523.

Trust in God.

1 WHERE wilt thou put thy trust?
In a frail form of clay,
That to its element of dust
Must soon resolve away?

2 Where wilt thou cast thy care?
Upon an erring heart,

Which hath its own sore ills to bear,
And shrinks from sorrow's dart?

3 No, place thy trust above.

This shadowy realm of night,

In him, whose boundless power and love Thy confidence invite.

4 His mercies still endure

When skies and stars grow dim,

His changeless promise standeth sure,-
Go,-cast thy care on him.