5 Here perfect bliss can ne'er be found, The honey's mix'd with gall; 'Midst changing scenes and dying friends, Be thou my all in all. CLXIV. C. M. CowPER. Submission. LORD, my best desires fulfil, Life, health, and comfort to thy will, 2 Why should I shrink at thy command 4 Thy favour all my journey through, 5 Wisdom and mercy guide my way, A poor blind creature of a day, 6 But ah! my inward spirit cries, Else the next cloud that veils my skies, 'Filial Submission. CLXV. C. M. STEELE. Heb. xii. 7. AND can my heart aspire so high, 2 I would submit to all thy will, 3 Thy love can cheer the darksome gloom, And bid me wait serene; Till hopes and joys immortal bloom, 4 "My Father"-O permit my heart And ask the bliss those words impart, CLXVI. C. M. Grove House tune. 1 T. GREENE. It is the Lord—let him do what seemeth him IT good. 1 Sam. iii. 18. T is the Lord-enthron'd in light, Whose claims are all divine; Who has an undisputed right To govern me and mine. 2 It is the Lord-should I distrust, Who cannot do but what is just, 3 It is the Lord-who gives me all And of his bounties may recall, 4 It is the Lord-who can sustain 5 It is the Lord-whose matchless skill With ever-growing praise. 6 It is the Lord-my cov'nant God, Thrice blessed be his name! Whose gracious promise seal'd with blood, 7 His cov'nant will my soul defend, And the great Judge of all descend 8 And can my soul with hopes like these No, gracious God, take what thou please, CLXVII. C. M. RIPPON'S SELEC. The Request. 'FATHER, whate'er of earthly bliss Thy sovereign will denies, Accepted at thy throne of grace, 2 "Give me a calm, a thankful heart, "The blessings of thy grace impart, 3 "Let the sweet hope that thou art mine, "My life and death attend; << Thy presence through my journey shine, "And crown my journey's end." CLXVIII. L. M. FAWCETT. Remembering all the Way the Lord has led him. 1 Deut. viii. 2. HUS far my God hath led me on, THUS And made his truth and mercy known; My hopes and fears alternate rise, And comforts mingle with my sighs. 2 Through this wide wilderness I roam, Far distant from my blissful home; Lord, let thy presence be my stay, And guard me in this dangerous way, 3 Temptations every where annoy, And sins and snares my peace destroy ; My earthly joys are from me torn, And oft an absent God I mourn. 4 My soul, with various tempests toss'd, Her hopes o'erturn'd, her projects cross'd, Sees every day new straits attend, And wonders where the scene will end. 5 Is this, dear Lord, that thorny road, Which leads us to the mount of God? Are these the toils thy people know, While in the wilderness below? . 6 "Tis even so, thy faithful love CLXIX. S. M. BEDdome. Submission under Affliction. OST thou my profit seek, And O God, I'll kiss the smarting rod, 2 Dost thou through death's dark vale 3 Lord, I would not repine At strokes in mercy sent; CLXX. C. M. NEW SELEC. The christian's purification. WITH joy let each afflicted saint That when he's tried he shall not faint, 2 This privilege, dear Lord, I plead That from the fire as thou hast said, 3 What though the furnace burns on high, Still to this truth I'll hold, "Tis but design'd my soul to try- 4 Herein his wisdom and his love And from the furnace I shall prove, 5 He'll kindly thus consume my dross, |