93 Jesus, as thou will. 1 MY JESUS, as thou wilt: O may thy will be mine; Into thy hand of love I would my all resign. Through sorrow or through joy, Conduct me as thine own, And help me still to say, "My Lord, thy will be done." 2 My Jesus, as thou wilt: Though seen through many a tear, Let not my star of hope Grow dim or disappear. And sorrowed oft alone, All shall be well for me; And sing in life or death, "My Lord, thy will be done." Benjamin Schmolke, Tr. by Miss J. Borthwick, 94 Christian trial, suffering, and sul mission. I would not if I might; Else I must surely stray. Choose thou my good and ill. 3 Choose thou for me my friends, My sickness or my health; Choose thou my cares for me, My poverty or wealth. Not mine, not mine the choice. In things or great or small; Be thou my guide, my strength, My wisdom, and my all. Horatius Bonar, O words with heavenly comfort fraught! Whate'er I do, where'er I be, He leadeth me, he leadeth me, 2 Sometimes 'mid scenes of deepest gloom, Sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom, By waters still, o'er troubled sea,Still 'tis his hand that leadeth me! Ref. 3 Lord, I would clasp thy hand in mine, Nor ever murmur nor repine, 4 And when my task on earth is done, When, by thy grace, the victory's won, E'en death's cold wave I will not flee, Since God through Jordan leadeth me. Ref. 96 J. H. Gilmore. In hope, believing against hope. 1 AWAY, my unbelieving fear! Fear shall in me no more have place; My Saviour doth not yet appear, I never will give up my shield. And perish all the bleating race, Yet will I triumph in the Lord,The God of my salvation praise. Charles Wesley. What more can he say, than to you he hath said, To you, who for refuge to Jesus have fled ? 2 Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismayed. For I am thy God, I will still give thee aid; I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand, Upheld by my gracious, omnipotent hand. 3 "When through the deep waters I call thee to go. The rivers of sorrow shall not overflow; For I will be with thee thy trials to bless, And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress. 4 "When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie, My grace, all-sufficient, shall be thy supply, The flame shall not hurt thee; I only design Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine. ARIEL. 8, 8, 6. D. 03 ARR. BY LOWELL MASON. 100 Make His praise glorious. 10 COULD I speak the matchless worth, O could I sound the glories forth, Which in my Saviour shine, I'd soar and touch the heavenly strings, And vie with Gabriel while he sings In notes almost divine. 2 I'd sing the precious blood he spilt, My ransom from the dreadful guilt 3 I'd sing the characters he bears, Make all his glories known. 4 Well, the delightful day will come When my dear Lord will bring me home, And I shall see his face; A blest eternity I'll spend, Samuel Medley. 1 COME on, my partners in distress, My comrades through the wilderness Who still your bodies feel; A while forget your griefs and fears, And look beyond this vale of tears, To that celestial hill. 2 Beyond the bounds of time and space, Look forward to that heavenly place, The saints' secure abode; On faith's strong eagle pinions rise, And force your passage to the skies, And scale the mount of God. 3 Who suffer with our Master here, We shall before his face appear And by his side sit down; The cross, shall wear the crown. 4 That great mysterious Deity We soon with open face shall see; The beatific sight Shall fill the heavenly courts with praise, And wide diffuse the golden blaze Charles Wesley. |