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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.
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.
Straight to my home above,
I travel calmly on,

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.
1 THY way, not mine, O Lord,
However dark it be!
Lead me by thine own hand;
Choose out the path for me.
I dare not choose my lot;

I would not if I might;
Choose thou for me, my God,
So shall I walk aright.
2 The kingdom that I seek
Is thine; so let the way
That leads to it be thine,

Else I must surely stray.
Take thou my cup, and it
With joy or sorrow fill,
As best to thee may seem;

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,

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O words with heavenly comfort fraught!

Whate'er I do, where'er I be,
Still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me.

He leadeth me, he leadeth me,
By his own hand he leadeth me:
His faithful follower I would be,
For by his hand 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.

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3 Lord, I would clasp thy hand in mine,

Nor ever murmur nor repine,
Content, whatever lot I see,
Since 'tis my God that leadeth me!
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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.

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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,
He hides the brightness of his face;
But shall I therefore let him
go,
And basely to the tempter yield?
No, in the strength of Jesus, no,

I never will give up my shield.
2 Although the vine its fruit deny,
Although the olive yield no oil,
The withering fig-trees droop and die,
The fields elude the tiller's toil,
The empty stall no herd afford,

And perish all the bleating race, Yet will I triumph in the Lord,The God of my salvation praise.

Charles Wesley.

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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.

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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
Of sin, and wrath divine;
I'd sing his glorious righteousness,
In which all-perfect, heavenly dress
My soul shall ever shine.

3 I'd sing the characters he bears,
And all the forms of love he wears,
Exalted on his throne;
In loftiest songs of sweetest praise,
I would to everlasting days

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;
Then with my Saviour, Brother,
Friend,

A blest eternity I'll spend,
Triumphant in his grace.

Samuel Medley.

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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;
To patient faith the prize is sure,
And all that to the end endure

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
Of everlasting light.

Charles Wesley.

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