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I O GOD, not only in distress,
In pain, and want, and weariness,
Thy tender Spirit stoops to bless,
Thy will is done;

2 But oftener on the wings of peace,
And girt about with tenderness,
Thou comest, and all troubles cease:
Thy will is done.

3 In youthful days, when joys increase,
In light, in hope, in happiness,
In quiet times of trustful peace,
Thy will is done.

4 And when the burdened heart can bring
Its sorrow to thy feet, and cling
Till hope surpasses sorrowing,
Thy will is done.

5 Thy will is pure, O Lord, and just,
And we, frail creatures of the dust,
Through good or ill, can only trust
Thy will is done.

I IMMORTAL, invisible, God only wise,
In light inaccessible hid from our eyes,
Most blessed, most glorious, the Ancient of
Days,

Almighty, victorious, thy great name we praise.

2 Unresting, unhasting, and silent as light, Nor wanting, nor wasting, thou rulest in might;

Thy justice, like mountains high soaring above Thy clouds, which are fountains of goodness and love.

3 To all, life thou givest, to both great and small;

In all life thou livest, the true life of all;

We blossom and flourish as leaves on the tree,

And wither and perish: but nought changeth

thee.

4 To-day and to-morrow with thee still are

now;

Nor trouble, nor sorrow, nor care, Lord, hast thou;

Nor passion doth fever, nor age can decay :
The same God forever that was yesterday.
5 Great Father of Glory, pure Father of
Light,

Thine angels adore thee, all veiling their sight;

But of all thy rich graces this grace, Lord, impart :

Take the veil from our faces, the veil from our heart.

6 All laud we would render; O, help us to

see

'Tis only the splendor of light hideth thee; And so let thy glory almighty impart, Through Christ in the story, thy Christ to the heart.

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bless, Thy will

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done;

2 I love to tread the hallowed courts, Where two or three for worship meet; For hither Christ himself resorts,

And makes the little band complete.