416. L. M.

SALISBURY COLLECTION.
Patience.

divine!

1 PATIENCE, O 'tis a grace Sent from the God of pow'r and love, That leans upon its father's arm, As thro' the wilds of life we rove. 2 By patience we serenely bear

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The troubles of our mortal state;
And wait, contented, our discharge,
Nor think our glory comes too late.
3 O! for this grace to aid us on,
And arm with fortitude the breast,
Till, life's tumultuous voyage o'er,
We reach the shores of endless rest.

417. C. M. MRS STEELE. Submission to GOD under affliction. 1 PEACE, my complaining, doubting heart!

Ye busy cares, be still!
Adore the just, the sov'reign LORD,
Nor murmur at his will.

2 Unerring wisdom guides his hand;
Nor dares my guilty fear,
Amid the sharpest pains I feel,

Pronounce his hand severe.

3 To soften ev'ry painful stroke,
Indulgent mercy bends,

And, unrepining when I plead,
His gracious ear attends.

4 Let me reflect, with humble awe,
Whene'er my heart complains,
Compar'd with what my sins deserve,
How light and few my pains!

5 Yes, LORD! I own thy sov'reign hand,
Thou just, and wise, and kind!
Be ev'ry anxious thought supprest,
And all my soul resign'd.

418. L. M. MRS STEELE.

Trust in GoD under afflictions. 1 WHY is my heart with grief opprest? Can all the pains I feel or fear, Make thee, my soul, forget thy rest, Forget that GoD, thy God, is near? 2 Mortality's unnumber'd ills

Are all beneath his sov'reign hand:
Each pain which this frail body feels,
Attends, obedient, his command.

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3 LORD! form my temper to thy will
If thou my faith and patience prove,
May ev'ry painful stroke fulfil
Thy purposes of faithful love!

4 O may this weak, this fainting mind,
A father's hand, adoring, see;

Confess thee just, and wise, and kind, And trust thy word, and cleave to thee!

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419. C. M. MRS STEELE.

Filial submission.

1 AND can my heart aspire so high,
To say, "My Father, GOD!"
LORD! at thy feet I fain would lie,
And learn to kiss the rod.
2 I would submit to all thy will,
For thou art good and wise:
Let ev'ry anxious thought be still,
Nor one faint murmur rise.

3 Thy love can cheer the darkest gloom, And bid me wait serene;

Till hopes and joys immortal bloom,
And brighten all the scene.

The same subject.

HOW gracious and how wise
Is our chastising GOD!

And O! how rich the blessings are,
That blossom from his rod!

2 He lifts it up on high,

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With pity in his heart;

That ev'ry stroke his-children feel
May grace and peace impart.

Instructed thus, they bow,
And own his sov'reign sway;

They turn their erring footsteps back

To his forsaken way.

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His cov❜nant love they seek,

And seek the happy bands

That closer still engage their hearts,
To honour his commands.

Submissive, LORD! we yield
To discipline divine;

And bless the pains that make us still
More uniformly thine.

421. C. M. WATTS.

Submission to afflictive providences. 1 NAKED as from the earth we came, And crept to life at first, We to the earth return again, And mingle with our dust.

2 The dear delights we here enjoy,
And fondly call our own,

Are but short favours borrow'd now,
To be repaid anon.

3 'Tis God who lifts our comforts high, Or sinks them in the grave;

He gives, and blessed be his name,
He takes but what he gave.

4 Peace, all our angry passions then;
Let each rebellious sigh
Be silent at his sov'reign will,
And ev'ry murmur die.

5 If smiling mercy crown our lives,
Its praises shall be spread;

Nor will we call unjust, the hand
That strikes our comforts dead.

422. C. M. TOPLADY'S COLLECTION.
True resignation.

1 WITH GOD my friend, the radiant sun
Sheds a more lively ray:
Each object smiles, all nature charms;
I sing my cares away.

2 I cannot doubt his bounteous love,
Unmeasurably kind:

To his unerring, gracious will,
Be ev'ry wish resign'd.

3 Good, when he gives, supremely good;

Nor less when he denies :

Afflictions, from his gracious hand,
Are blessings in disguise.

423. L. M. MRS STEELE.
The same subject.

1 WEARY of these low scenes of night,
My fainting heart grows sick of time,
Sighs for the dawn of sweet delight;
Sighs for a distant, happier clime!
2 'Tis just, 'tis right; thus he ordains,
Who form'd this animated clod;
That needful cares, instructive pains,
May bring the restless heart to GOD.