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Resignation.

Ballerma.

C. M. Montgomery.

1 ONE prayer I have, all prayers in one,
When I am wholly thine;

Thy will, my God, thy will be done,
And let that will be mine.

2 All-wise, Almighty, and All-good,
In thee I firmly trust;

Thy ways, unknown or understood,
Are merciful and just.

3 May I remember that to thee
Whate'er I have I owe;

And back in gratitude from me
May all thy bounties flow.

4 And, though thy wisdom takes away,
Shall I arraign thy will?

No, let me bless thy name, and say,
"The Lord is gracious still."

The Orphan's Hymn.
Effingham.

L.M.

1 ATTUNE the heart to mournful strains;
Of wrongs and woes the song complains;
An orphan's voice essays to swell
The notes, that tears, by turns repel.

2 Left on the world's wide waste forlorn,
To suffering and to sorrow born,
No guide before my steps to tread,
Above no friendly shelter spread.

3 Alone, amidst surrounding strife,
And naked to the storms of life,

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THE ORPHAN'S HYMN.

Despair looks round with aching eyes,
And sinking nature groans and dies.

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4 Friend of the fatherless and saint,
Where shall I lodge my deep complaint,
Where but with thee, whose open door
Invites the helpless and the poor?

5 Poor though I am, despised, forgot,
Yet God, my God forgets me not;
And he is safe, and must succeed,
For whom the Lord vouchsafes to plead.

The Orphan's Hymn.

Wilmot.

1 WHITHER but to thee, O Lord,
Shall a little orphan go?
Thou alone canst speak the word,
Thou canst dry my tears of wo.

2 O, my Father! may I tell

All my wants and woes to thee?
Every want thou knowest well,
Every wo thine eye can see.

3 'T was thy hand that took away
Father, mother, from my sight;
Him that was my infant stay,

7s M,

Her that watched me day and night.

4 Yet I bless thee, for I know

Thou hast wounded me in love,-
Weaned my heart from things below,
That it might aspire above.

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Comfort in Poverty.
Edyfield.

1 POOR and needy though I be,
God my Maker cares for me,
Gives me clothing, shelter, food,
Gives me all I have of good.

2 He, who reigns above the sky,
Once became as poor as I;
He, whose blood for me was shed,
Had not where to lay his head.

3 Though I labor here awhile,
He will bless me with his smile;
And when this short life is past,
I shall rest with him at last.

Time and Eternity.
Stephens.

1 How long sometimes a day appears!
And weeks, how long are they!
Months move as slow, as if the years
Would never pass away.

2 But even years are fleeting by,
And soon must all be gone;

For day by day, as minutes fly,
Eternity comes on.

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C. M.

3 Days, months, and years must have an end; Eternity has none;

"T will always have as long to spend,
As when it first begun.

4 Great God! although I cannot tell
How such a thing can be,

FRAILTY OF LIFE.

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I humbly pray that I may dwell
That long, long time, with thee.

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Olmutz.

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Frailty of Life.

1 LORD, what a feeble piece
Is this our mortal frame!

Our life, how poor a trifle 't is,
That scarce deserves the name.

2 Our moments fly apace,

Nor will our minutes stay;
Just like a flood, our hasty days,
Are sweeping us away.

3 Well, if our days must fly,

S. M.

Watts.

We'll keep their end in sight;
We'll spend them all in wisdom's way,
And let them speed their flight.

4 They'll waft us sooner o'er

This life's tempestuous sea;—

Soon shall we reach the peaceful shore
Of blest eternity.

Delay not Repentance.
Arlington.

1 O'Tis a folly and a crime
To put religion by;

For now is the accepted time,
Tomorrow we may die.

2 Our hearts grow harder every day,
And more depraved the mind;
The longer we neglect to pray,
The less we feel inclined.

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S. M.

3 Yet sinners trifle, young and old,
Until the dying day;

Then they would give a world of gold
To have an hour to pray.

4 O then, lest we should perish thus,
We would no longer wait;

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For time will soon be past with us,
And death will fix our state.

Frailty.
Boylston.

1 THE lilies of the field,
That quickly fade away,

May well to us a lesson yield;
For we are as frail as they.

2 Just like an early rose,

I've seen an infant bloom;
But death, perhaps, before it blows,
Will lay it in the tomb.

3 Then let us think on death,

Though we are young and gay;
For God, who gave our life and breath,
Can take them both away.

4 To God, who made them all,
Let children humbly cry;
And then, whenever death may call,
They 'll be prepared to die.

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I would not live alway.

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Prescott.

1 I WOULD not live alway: I ask not to stay, Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way;