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3 I would not have the restless will
That hurries to and fro,
Or secret thing to know;
And guided where I go.
In whatsoe'er estate,
To keep and cultivate ;
For Him on whom I wait.
To none that ask denied;
While keeping at Thy side;
If Thou be glorified.
Amid my blessings be,
With grateful love to Thee-
But to please Thee perfectly. 7 Briars there are in every path,
That call for patient care; There is a cross in every lot,
An earnest need for prayer; But the meek heart that leans on Thee
Is happy any where.
8 In service which Thy will appoints,
There are no bonds for me;
That makes Thy children “free;"
Is perfect liberty.
1 Sweet is the solace of Thy love,
My Heavenly Friend, to me,
I journey home with Thee,
As a dear child to be.
2 Though from the shadow of Thy peace
My feet would often stray,
And will not turn away;
As none beneath Thee may.
3 O there is nothing in the world
To weigh against Thy will; E'en the dark times I dread the most
Thy covenant fulfil: And when the pleasant morning dawns,
I find Thee with me still.
4 No other comforter I need,
If Thou, O Lord, be mine,
Thy fire my heart refine;
By other love than Thine, 5 Still in the solitary place
I would awhile abide,
My heart is satisfied ;
Stay calmly at Thy side.
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1 “Lovest thou Me?” I hear my Saviour say;
Would that my heart had power to answer “ Yea, Thou knowest all things, Lord, in heaven above
And earth beneath ; Thou knowest that I love." 2 But 't is not so; in word, in deed, in thought,
I do not, cannot love Thee as I ought;
There's nothing worthy of Thee but Thine own. 3 Lord, with the love wherewith Thou lovest me,
Reflected on Thyself, I would love Thee; Thence on my brethren shed, might it be seen By all around, that I with Thee had been.
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Thy ever-wakeful eye
Thy hand alone supply.
Thy love my footsteps guide;
That fear all fears beside. 3 And since, by passion's force subdued,
Too oft, with stubborn will,
grasp the specious ill;
Do Thou Thy gifts supply;
The ill, though asked, deny.
1 Infinite Power, eternal Lord,
How sovereign is Thy hand !
And moves at Thy command. 2 With steady course Thy shining sun
Keeps his appointed way;
The circle of the day.
3 But ah! how wide my spirit flies,
And wanders from her God!
And treads the downward road. 4 Great God! create my soul anew,
Conform my heart to Thine;
And take the mould divine.
Nor wandering senses rove;
And all my passions love.
1 Jehovah ! 't is a glorious name,
Still pregnant with delight;
To gild the darkest night. 2 What though our mortal comforts fade,
And drop like withering flowers ?
Which makes Jehovah ours.
And shake you off like dust;