WALK in the light! so shalt thou know That fellowship of love

His Spirit only can bestow,

Who reigns in light above.

Walk in the light! and thou shalt own
Thy darkness passed away,
Because that light on thee hath shone
In which is perfect day.

Walk in the light! and ev'n the tomb
No fearful shade shall wear:
Glory shall chase away its gloom,

For Christ hath conquered there!
Walk in the light! and thine shall be
A path, though thorny, bright;
For God, by grace, shall dwell in thee,
And God himself is light!

1 Go up, go up, my heart!

Dwell with thy God above;
For here thou canst not rest,
Nor here give out thy love.
2 Go up, go up, my heart!
Be not a trifler here;
Ascend above these clouds,
Dwell in a higher sphere.
3 Let not thy love flow out
To things so soiled and dim;
Go up to heaven and God;
Take up thy love to him.

4 Waste not thy precious stores
On pleasure here below:
To God that wealth belongs;
On him that wealth bestow.

5 Go up, reluctant heart!

Take up thy rest above; Arise, earth-clinging thoughts; Ascend, my lingering love!

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2 Why should I shrink at thy command,
Whose love forbids my fears?
Or tremble at the gracious hand
That wipes away my tears?

3 No: rather let me freely yield
What most I prize to thee,
Who never hast a good withheld,
Or wilt withhold, from me.

4 Thy favor, all my journey through,
Thou art engaged to grant:
What else I want, or think I do,
"T is better still to want.

5 Wisdom and mercy guide my way:
Shall I resist them both?

A poor, blind creature of a day,
And crushed before the moth!

6 But ah! my inward spirit cries,
Still bind me to thy sway;
Else the next cloud that vails my skice
Drives all these thoughts away.

2 I dare not choose my lot:

I would not, if I might;
Choose thou for me, my God,
So shall I walk aright.

3 The kingdom that I seek
Is thine: so let the way
That leads to it be thine,
Else I must surely stray.
4 Take thou my cup, and it
With joy or sorrow fill,
As best to thee may seem;
Choose thou my good and ill.
5 Choose thou for me my friends,
My sickness or my health;
Choose thou my cares for me,
My poverty or wealth.

1 Mr God, my Father, while I stray
Far from my home, on life's rough way,
Oh, teach me from my heart to say,
"Thy will be done!

2 What though in lonely grief I sigh
For friends beloved no longer nigh;
Submissive still would I reply,
"Thy will be done!

3 If thou shouldst call me to resign
What most I prize,

it ne'er was mine;' I only yield thee what was thine: Thy will be done!'

4 If but my fainting heart be blest
With thy sweet Spirit for its guest,
My God, to thee I leave the rest:
"Thy will be done!"

5 Renew my will from day to day;
Blend it with thine, and take away
Whate'er now makes it hard to say,
"Thy will be done!"

6 Then when on earth I breathe no more, The prayer oft mixed with tears before I'll sing upon a happier shore:

Thy will be done!

1 WELCOME to me the darkest night, If there the Saviour's presence bright Beam forth upon the soul dismayed, And say, ""Tis I! be not afraid!" 2 Welcome the fiercest waves that roll Their deepening floods to whelm my so If he rebuke the storm of ill,

And bid the tempest, "Peace, be still! 3 Welcome the thorniest path, if there The print-marks.of his feet appear; If in his footsteps we may tread, And follow where our Lord hath led. 4 I will not ask what else is mine, If thou, O Lord, account me thine; For what but joy can be my lot, If God, my God, reject me not?

My God, thy name is Love;
A Father's hand is thine;
With tearful eyes I look above,
And cry, "Thy will be mine!"

I know thy will is right,

Though it may seem severe; Thy path is still unsullied light, Though dark it oft appear. Jesus for me hath died;

Thy Son thou didst not spare: His pierced hands, his bleeding side Thy love for me declare.

Here my poor heart can rest;

My God, it cleaves to thee:

Thy will is love, thine end is best; All work for good to me.

1 NAKED as from the earth we came,
And entered life at first;
Naked we to the earth return,
And mix with kindred dust,

2 Whate'er we fondly call our own,
Belongs to heaven's great Lord;
The blessings lent us for a day
Are soon to be restored.

3 'Tis God that lifts our comforts high,
Or sinks them in the grave:
He gives; and when he takes away,
He takes but what he gave.

4 Then ever blessed be his name!
His goodness swelled our store;
His justice but resumes its own;
Still we the Lord adore.

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Though seen through many a tear, Let not my star of hope

Grow dim or disappear:

Since thou on earth hast wept
And sorrowed oft alone,
If I must weep with thee,
My Lord, thy will be done!

3 My Jesus, as thou wilt!

All shall be well for me: Each changing future scene, I gladly trust with thee:

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1 WHEN I can trust my all with God,
In trial's fearful hour,

Bow, all resigned, beneath his rod,
And bless his sparing power,
A joy springs up amid distress,
A fountain in the wilderness.

2 Oh! to be brought to Jesus' feet,
Though sorrows fix me there,
Is still a privilege; and sweet
The energy of prayer,

Though sighs and tears its language be,
If Christ be nigh, and smile on me.
3 Then blesséd be the hand that gave;
Still blessed when it takes;

Blesséd be he who smites to save,
Who heals the heart he breaks:
Perfect and true are all his ways,
Whom heaven adores and death obeys.

1 IN the dark and cloudy day,
When earth's riches flee away,
And the last hope will not stay,
Saviour, comfort me!

2 When the secret idol's gone
That my poor heart yearned upon,
Desolate, bereft, alone,

Saviour, comfort me!

3 Thou, who wast so sorely tried,
In the darkness crucified,
Bid me in thy love confide;
Saviour, comfort me!

4 Comfort me; I am cast down;
'Tis my heavenly Father's frown;
I deserve it all, I own:
Saviour, comfort me!

5 So it shall be good for me
Much afflicted now to be,
If thou wilt but tenderly,
Saviour, comfort me!

1 0 THOU, from whom all goodness flows, I lift my soul to thee;

In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes,

O Lord, remember me!

2 When on my aching, burdened heart
My sins lie heavily,

Thy pardon grant, new peace impart;
Then, Lord, remember me!

3 When trials sore obstruct my way,
And ills I cannot flee,

Oh, let my strength be as my day -
Dear Lord, remember me!

4 When in the solemn hour of death
I wait thy just decree;

Be this the prayer of my last breath:
Now, Lord, remember me!

5 And when before thy throne I stand,
And lift my soul to thee,

Then with the saints at thy right hand, O Lord, remember me!

1 FATHER! Who in the olive shade,
When the dark hour came on,
Didst, with a breath of heavenly aid,
Strengthen thy Son,

Oh, by the anguish of that night,
Send thou us blest relief;

Or to the chastened, let thy might
Hallow this grief!

2 And thou, that, when the starry sky
Saw the dread strife begun,
Didst teach adoring faith to cry,
"Thy will be done!"

By thy meek Spirit, thou of all
That e'er have mourned the chief-
Thou Saviour! if the stroke must fali,
Hallow this grief!

WHERE is my Saviour now,
Whose smiles I once possessed?
Till he return, I bow,

By heaviest grief oppressed:
My days of happiness are gune,
And I am left to weep alone.
Where can the mourner go,
And tell his tale of grief?
Ah! who can soothe his woe,
And give him sweet relief?

Earth cannot heal the wounded breast,
Or give the troubled sinner rest.

B Jesus! thy smiles impart;

My dearest Lord, return And ease my wounded heart,

And bid me cease to mourn: Then shall this night of sorrow flee, And peace and heaven be found in thee.

1 BLEST is the man whom thou, O Lord, In kindness dost chastise,

And by thy sacred rules to walk,

Dost lovingly advise.

2 For God will never from his saints
His favor wholly take:

His own possession, and his lot,
He will not quite forsake.

3 The world shall then confess thee just In all that thou hast done;

And those who choose thy upright path Shall in that path go on.

4 My sure defense is firmly placed
In thee, the Lord most high:

Thou art my Rock; to thee I may
For refuge always fly.