Without thy graces-and thyself, 4 Let others stretch their arms like seas, 310 f ff C. M. Dundee. Litchfield. ETERNAL Source of joys divine, Oh! could I say, 'The Lord is mine!' 2 My hope, my trust, my life, my Lord, Oh! speak the kind, transporting word, 3 Then shall my thankful powers rejoice, Till heavenly rapture tune my voice C. M. Mansfield. Dundee. 311 True Happiness to be found only in God. IN vain I trace creation o'er, 2 Let earth and all her charms depart, In God alone this restless heart, 3 Thy favor, Lord, is all I want; 312 L. M. 3 Eternal life thy words impart; 6 Low at thy feet my soul would lie; 313 C. M. Judea. Grafton. Dedham. WHAT though no flowers the fig-tree clothe, The labor of the olive fail, And fields no meat supply ; 2 Though from the fold, with sad surprise, Though famine reign in empty stalls, mf 3 Yet in the Lord will I be glad, In him I'll joy, who will the God 4 God is the treasure of my soul, A joy-which want shall not impair, 314 S. M. St. Thomas. Eastburn. Adoption. BEHOLD! what wondrous grace On sinners of a mortal race, To call them sons of God! 2 'Tis no surprising thing, That we should be unknown; The Jewish world knew not their King. 3 Nor doth it yet appear How great we must be made; 4 A hope so much divine May trials well endure; May purge our souls from sense and sin, 5 If in my Father's love I share a filial part, Send down thy Spirit, like a dove, To rest upon my heart. 6 We would no longer lie Like slaves beneath the throne; 315 P f SOVEREIGN of all the worlds on high, Nor, when I raise my guilty head, 2 My Father-God! how sweet the sound! How tender-and how dear! Not all the harmony of heaven 3 Come, sacred Spirit, seal the name And show that in Jehovah's grace 4 Cheered by a signal so divine, And Abba, Father, humbly cry; 316 S. M. Haverhill. Little Marlbore. MOST gracious God, reveal 2 The counsels of thy love mf 3 While thou my leader art, AND can my heart aspire so high, To say, My Father, God!' Lord, at thy feet I long to lie, 2 I would submit to all thy will, Nor one faint murmur rise. mf 3 Thy love can cheer the darksome gloom, And bid me wait serene; f Till hopes and joys immortal bloom, Aff 4 My Father!-oh! permit my heart And ask the bliss those words impart, 318 C. M. Stamford. Litchfield. Aff MY God, my Father-blissful name !— May I, with sweet assurance, claim 2 This only can my fears control, And bid my sorrows fly: What harm can ever reach my soul, Beneath my Father's eye? 3 Whate'er thy holy will denies, I cheerfully resign: Lord, thou art good, and just, and wise ; 4 Whate'er thy sacred will ordains, C. M. Colchester. Stanford. 319 Strength and Protection from God. mf WHENCE do our mournful thoughts arise? 2 Have we forgot th' almighty name Grow weary or decay? 3 Almighty strength and boundless grace He gives the conquest to the weak, 4 Mere mortal power shall fade and die, But we, that wait upon the Lord, 320 C. M. Barby. Litchfield. AND art thou with us, gracious Lord, Dost thou proclaim thyself our God?— 2 Dost thou a Father's kindness feel, mf3 Why droop our hearts-why flow our tears, While such a voice we hear? Why rise our sorrows, and our fears, 4 To all thine other favors add mf And death itself shall hear us sing, 321 While resting on the Lord. GREAT Source of boundless power and grace! |