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“What shall I do,” was then the word,
“ That I may worthier grow ? ” “ What shall I render to the Lord ?”
Is my inquiry now.
To see the law by Christ fulfilled
And hear His pardoning voice, Changes a slave into a child,
And duty into choice.
“ JOY COMETH IN THE MORNING.”
SOMETIMES a light surprises
The Christian while he sings : It is the Lord, who rises
With healing in His wings.
When comforts are declining,
He grants the soul again A season of clear shining,
To cheer it after rain.
In holy contemplation
We sweetly then pursue
And find it ever new :
Set free from present sorrow,
We cheerfully can say,
Bring with it what it may.
It can bring with it nothing,
But He will bear us through : Who gives the lilies clothing,
Will clothe His people too.
Beneath the spreading heavens
No creature but is fed ;
Will give His children bread.
Though vine nor fig-tree either
Their wonted fruit should bear; Though all the field should wither,
Nor flock nor herd be there ;
Yet God the same abiding,
His praise shall tune my voice ; For, while in Him confiding,
I cannot but rejoice.
“ THY NAME IS AS OINTMENT POURED FORTH."
How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
In a believer's ear!
And drives away his fear.
It makes the wounded spirit whole,
It calms the troubled breast ; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary, rest.
Dear name! the rock on which I build !
My shield and hiding-place;
With boundless stores of grace.
Jesus ! my shepherd, husband, friend,
My prophet, priest, and king ;
Accept the praise I bring.