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141. Resignation.

C. M. Ballerma.

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,

Åre 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. 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,



Despair looks round with aching eyes,

And sinking nature groans and dies.
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.

2 O, my

143. The Orphan's Hymn. 78 M,

I WHITHER but to thee, O Lord,

Shall a little orphan go?
Thou alone canst speak the word,
Thou canst dry my tears of wo.


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,

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.


Comfort in Poverty. 78 M.

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.

145. Time and Eternity. C. M.

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. 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,


146, 147 .

I humbly pray that I may dwell

That long, long time, with thee.


Frailty of Life. S. M. Olmutz.

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,

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.

C. M.

147. Delay not Repentance.

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


And more depraved the mind ;
The longer we neglect to pray,

The less we feel inclined.

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;
For time will soon be past with us,

And death will fix our state.

148. Frailty.

S. M.
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.

149. I would not live alway. 11's M.

Prescott. 1 I would not live alway: I ask not to stay,

Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way;

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