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C. M. 245
To say, 'My Father, God!'
And learn to kiss the rod.
For thou art good and wise;
Nor one faint murmur rise. 3 Thy love can cheer the darksome gloom,
Ånd bid me wait serene;
And brighten all the scene.
To plead her humble claim;
Redeemer's name, 246 MY God—my Father—blissful name!
I call thee mine?
A portion so divine ?
And bid my sorrows fly:
Beneath my Father's eye?
I cheerfully resign:
Oh! bend my will to thine.
Oh! give me strength to bear;
And let me know my Father reigns,
C. M. 247
Safety of trusting in God.
And changed my mournful state,
The grace appeared so great.
And did thy hand confess;
And sung surprising grace.
And owned thy power divine;
And be the glory thine.
Can give us day for night;
To rivers of delight.
Till the fair harvest come;
S. M. 248
Trust in God.
Down from the willows take:
Bid every string awake.
Nor feel the heavenly flame;
Then will we trust our gracious God,
And rest upon his name. 3 Blest is the man, O God,
That stays himself on thee ! Who waits for thy salvation, Lord, Shall thy salvation see,
L. M. 249
The Gospel cremplified in the Conduct.
the doctrine all divine.
The honors of our Saviour God:
power of sin. 3 Our flesh and sense must be denied,
Passion and envy, lust and pride;
Our inward piety approve.
While we expect that blessed hope-
And faith stands leaning on his word. 250
Death to Sin by the Cross of Christ.
Because thy grace abounds,
And open all his wounds ? 2 Forbid it, mighty God!
Nor let it e'er be said,
That we, whose sins are crucified,
Should raise them from the dead. 3 We will be slaves no more,
Since Christ has made us free, Has nailed our tyrants to his cross, And bought our liberty.
L. M. 251
Living to Christ.
To every service I can pay,
To hear thy dictates and obey. 2 What is my being, but for thee
Its sure support-its noblest end? 'Tis my delight thy face to see,
And serve the cause of such'a friend. 3 I would not breathe for worldly joy,
Or to increase my worldly good;
To spread a sounding name abroad. 4 'Tis to my Saviour I would live;
To him, who for my ransom died;
Such bliss as crowns me at his side. 5 His work my hoary age shall bless,
When youthful vigor is no more; And my last hour of life confess His saving love-his glorious power.
S. M. 252
The vigilant Servant. YE servants of the Lord, Each in his office wait;
With joy obey his heavenly word,
And watch before his gate. Let all your lamps be bright,
And trim the golden flame; Gird up your loins, as in his sight,
For awful is his name. 3 Watch !— tis your Lord's command;
And while we speak, he's near: Mark the first signal of his hand,
And ready all appear. 4 Oh happy servant he,
In such a posture found!
And be with honor crowned. 253
God the Author of Mercies and Afflictions.
Though now it seem severe,
There is no mercy here!
That comes in kindness down,
Succeeded by a frown.
Love only shall I see;
Was wounded once for me.
God's watchful eye surveys,
Or to appoint our ways!