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58 COMMIT thou all thy griefs

And ways into his hands;

To his sure truth and tender care

Who earth and heaven commands.

2 He every-where has sway,

And all things serve his might:
His every act pure blessing is,
His path unsullied light.

3 Still heavy is thine heart?

Still sink thy spirits down?
Cast off the weight, let fear depart,
And every care be gone.

4 Leave to his sovereign sway

To choose and to command;

So shalt thou wondering own his way:
How wise, how strong his hand!

5 Blest is the man, O God,

That stays himself on thee!
Who waits for thy salvation, Lord,

Shall thy salvation see !

60 THY way, not mine, O Lord,

However dark it be !

Lead me by thine own hand,
Choose out the path for me.

2 Smooth let it be or rough,
It will be still the best;
Winding or straight, it leads
Right onward to thy rest.

3 The kingdom that I seek
Is thine; so let the way
That leads to it be thine;
Else I must surely stray.

4 Take thou my cup, and it
With joy or sorrow fill,
As best to thee may seem;
Choose thou my good and ill;

5 Not mine, not mine the choice,
In things or great or small;
Be thou my guide, my strength,
My wisdom, and my all!

SHA

9:53

61 HOW gentle God's commands,

How kind his precepts are;

Come, cast your burdens on the Lord,
And trust his constant care.

2 His bounty will provide,

His people safely dwell;

The hand which bears creation up
Shall guard his children well.

8 Why should this anxious load
Press down your weary mind?
O seek your heavenly Father's throne
And peace and comfort find.

4 His goodness stands approved,
Unchanged from day to day;
I'll drop my burden at his feet,

And bear a song away.

62 0

KING of kings, beneath thy wings
My soul would still repose;

My refuge sure my strength secure,
Against surrounding foes!

2 Thy wondrous ways to grateful praise,
Shall move my heart and tongue;
By hosts above thy deeds of love,

In joyful notes are sung.

3 May I proclaim thy sacred name,
By living, Lord, to thee!

Then shall I rise above the skies,
And thy perfections see.

4 0 who can tell what glories dwell,

Around the eternal throne !
There joys divine, that ne'er decline,
Are by the righteous known.

IV.