790. C. M.

1. IN trouble and in grief, O God,

Thy smile hath cheered my way;
And joy hath budded from each thorn
That round my footsteps lay.

2. The hours of pain have yielded good,
Which prosperous days refused;
As herbs, though scentless when entire,
Spread fragrance when they 're bruised.

3. The oak strikes deeper, as its boughs
By furious blasts are driven;
So life's tempestuous storms the more
Have fixed my heart in heaven.

4. All-gracious Lord, whate'er my lot
In other times may be,

I'll welcome still the heaviest grief
That brings me near to Thee.

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bool MARA. C. M.

CH. BEECHER.

1. My God, my Father-blissful name-
O may I call Thee mine?

May I with sweet assurance claim
A portion so divine?

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 providence denies,
I calmly would resign;

For Thou art good, and just, and wise;
O bend my will to Thine.

4. Whate'er Thy sacred will ordains,
O give me strength to bear;
And let me know my Father reigns,
And trust His tender care.

MRS. STEELE.

797. C. M.

1. WHEN I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies,

I bid farewell to every fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.

2. Should earth against my soul engage,
And hellish darts be hurled,
Then I can smile at Satan's rage,
And face a frowning world.

3. Let cares like a wild deluge come,
And storms of sorrow fall;
May I but safely reach my home,
My God, my Heaven, my All.

4. There shall I bathe my weary soul
In seas of heavenly rest;
And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.

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HOLYOKE. C. M.

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804. C. M.

2. They bid us be in mirthful mood,
And dry those tears so sad;
But Judah's hearths are desolate,
And how can we be glad?

3. Silent our harps o'er Babel's stream
Are hung on willows wet;
And Zion, though we no more see,
We never can forget.

4. Sad be the notes, the plaintive wail,
Our lyres must falter here;
Echoes of songs within the vail,
Celestial, sweet, and clear.

5. O memory! can those strains on high
Grow silent, and unknown?
Can death's deep pall enshroud our eyes,
And hide yon glitt'ring throne.

6. Jerusalem! thy banished ones-
Prove anguish and regret-
But endless curses wait on them,
If thee they can forget!

805. C. M.

1. JESUS, in sickness and in pain,
Be near to succor me,
My sinking spirit still sustain;
To Thoe turn, to Thee.

2. When cares and sorrows thicken round, And nothing bright I see,

In Thee alone can help be found;

To Thee I turn, to Thee.

1. WHEN languor and disease invade
This trembling house of clay,
"T is sweet to look by faith abroad,
And long to fly away;

2. Sweet to look inward, and attend
The whispers of His love;
Sweet to look upward to the place
Where Jesus pleads above;

3. Sweet on His faithfulness to rest,
Whose love can never end;
Sweet on His covenant of grace,
For all things to depend;

4. Sweet in the confidence of faith,
To trust His firm decrees;
Sweet to lie passive in His hands,
And know no will but His.

5. If such the sweetness of the streams,
What must the fountain be,

Where saints and angels draw their bliss
Immediately from Thee?

TOPLADY.

807. C. M.

1. WHEN musing sorrow weeps the past, And mourns the present pain, 'Tis sweet to think of peace at last, And feel that death is gain.

2. T is not that murmuring thoughts arise, And dread a Father's will;

'Tis not that meek submission flies,
And would not suffer still.

3. It is that heaven-born faith surveys
The path that leads to light,

And longs her eagle plumes to raise,
And lose herself in sight.

4. O let me wing my hallowed flight
From earthborn woe and care,
And soar above these clouds of night,
My Saviour's bliss to share.

808. C. M.

B. W. NOEL.

1. WHENCE do our mournful thoughts arise,
And where 's our courage fled ?
Has restless sin, and raging hell,
Struck all our comforts dead?

2. Have we forgot the almighty Name
That formed the earth and sea?
And can an all-creating arm
Grow weary or decay?

3. Treasures of everlasting might
In our Jehovah dwell;

He gives the conquest to the weak,
And treads their foes to hell.

4. Mere mortal power shall fade and die,
And youthful vigor cease;
But those that wait upon the Lord,
Shall feel their strength increase.

5. The saints shall mount on eagles' wings,
And taste the promised bliss,
Till their unwearied feet arrive

Where perfect pleasure is. WATTS.

809. C. M.

1. ONE prayer I have-all prayers in oneWhen I am wholly Thine;

Thy will, my God, Thy will be done,
And let that will be mine.

2. All-wise, almighty, and all-good,
In Thee I firmly trust;

Thy ways, unknown or understood,
Are merciful and just.

3. May I remember that to Thee
Whate'er I have I owe;

1. O LORD! my best desires fulfill,
And help me to resign

Life, health, and comfort to Thy will,
And make Thy pleasure mine.

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 skies,
Drives all these thoughts away.

COWPER