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2 With strong desire I here can stay,
To see Thy love its work complete ;
Reposing at my Saviour's feet. 3 My place of lowly service too,
Beneath Thy sheltering wings I see, -
Is done through strengthening rest in Thee. 4 I would not rise this rest above,
I do not mourn my low estate;
I feel it good to trust and wait. 5 In faith and patience is repose,
In faith and rest my strength shall be, And when Thy joy Thy Church o’erflows, I know that it will visit me.
Whom all my times obey;
But go not Thou away,
In weakness and distress :
Lest I should love Thee less.
To need Thy tenderness.
3 When I am feeble as a child,
And flesh and heart give way,
With passive trust I stay,
The darkness shines like day. 4 O blessed are the eyes that see,
Though silent anguish shew
Unthanked may come and go.
Though kept awake by woe.
Though patient suffering teach,
And praise too deep for speech-
Nor strife within, can reach. 6 My heart is fixed, O God, my Strength!
My heart is strong to bear:
And peaceful in Thy care:
According to his prayer.
For Christ, my Lord, hath died:
For he was crucified.
That keeps me near his side.
8 No suffering while it lasts is joy,
How blest soe'er it be,-.
His Father's face to see;
What must be borne in Thee. 9 Safe in Thy sanctifying grace,
Almighty to restore
And love and life before
And praise Thee evermore!
To keep the lamp alive,
With oil we fill the bowl;
And grace that feeds the soul.
Supplies the living stream;
But still derived from Him.
3 Beware of Peter's word,
Nor confidently say,
But, “Grant I never may."
Man's wisdom is to seek
His strength in God alone;
Who trusted in his own.
Grace issues from His throne;
Confesses he has none.
1 Our banner is the Eternal God,
Nor will we yield to fear ;
His mighty aid is near.
And plead with Him for grace;
Nor will He hide His face. 3 Our fainting hands, how soon they droop!
But Thou the weak canst raise ; And in the mount of prayer canst leave
An altar to Thy praise.
The hearts of all men in Thy hand !
2 Our wishes, our desires, control;
Mould every purpose of the soul;
That stands between ourselves and Thee. 3 Twice blest will all our blessings be,
When we can look through them to Thee; When each glad heart its tribute pays
Of love, and gratitude, and praise.
As our worst foe ourselves to fear :
5 Yet may we, feeble, weak, and frail,
Against our mightiest foes prevail:
Our strength, Thine everlasting arm. 6 And, while we to Thy glory live,
May we to Thee all glory give,
1 0 Thou! the weary wanderer’s rest,
Give me the Christian yoke to bear;