5 Thou, Lord, the dreadful fight hast won; 757 Patient thankfulness and trust. In whom the Father's glories shine, L. M. Through earth beneath, and heaven above :— 2 Jesus, the weary wand'rer's rest, Powerful the wounded soul to heal. 4 Be thou, O Rock of ages, nigh! So shall each murm'ring thought be gone, And grief, and fear, and care shall fly, As clouds before the mid-day sun. 5 Speak to my warring passions,—Peace; Say to my trembling heart,-Be still; Thy power my strength and fortress is, For all things serve thy sov'reign will. 6 0 death! where is thy sting? Where now Thy boasted victory, O grave? Who shall contend with God? or who Can hurt whom God delights to save? 758 Submissive resignation. C. M. LORD! my best desire fulfil, Life, health, and comfort to thy will, 2 Why should I shrink at thy command, Whose love forbids my fears? Or tremble at the gracious hand 4 Thy favour, all my journey through, What else I want, or think I do, 759 Not my will, but thine be done. C. M. ALL-WISE, Almighty, and All-Good, thee firmly trust; Thy ways, unknown or understood, 2 May I remember that to thee 4 And though thy wisdom takes away, Shall I arraign thy will? No! let me bless thy Name, and say,— The Lord is gracious still. 760 L. M. Comfort in the promises. GOD! to thee we raise our eyes; 761 C. M. Patient in tribulation. TITH trouble laden-grief oppress'd, W Wings had I like a dove, I'd fly away, and be at rest, Within a world above!— 2 A world where angels, pure as fair, Nor sin may make intrusion there, 3 Where God's own hand shall wipe away And Jesus to his saints display His mysteries of grace. 4 Yet, Lord, each murm'ring thought control; Each anxious wish repress: To thee I would resign my soul, And wait till thou shalt bless. 762 L. M. Safety and security in the arms of Jesus. YOD of my life, whose gracious power Through varied deaths my soul hath led, GOD Or turn'd aside the fatal hour, Or lifted up my sinking head; 2 In all my ways thy hand I own,— And safe beneath thy wings to rest. But thou art greater than my heart. 5 Foolish, and impotent, and blind, Lead me a way I have not known; Bring me where I my heaven may find,— The heaven of loving thee alone. 763 Sanctified affliction. C. M. YLORY to thee, thou righteous God, For under thy paternal rod, Paternal love I see. 2 Though humbled in the lowest deep, And, thinking of thy love, I weep, 3 Thou dost in tenderness chastise, My Father!-all within me cries,— 764 The soul's only refuge. HOU refuge of my soul, THOU On thee, when sorrows rise, S. M. On thee, when waves of trouble roll, 2 To thee I tell my grief, For thou alone canst heal; 3 But, 0, when doubts prevail, The springs of comfort seem to fail, 4 Yet, Lord, where shall I flee? And still my soul would cleave to thee, Though prostrate in the dust. 765 12th P. M. 76, 76, 78, 76. Smarting under the rod. ATHER, if thou must reprove FAT if must rep For all that I have done, Not in anger, but in love, Chastise thine humbled son. That knows, and cleaves to, thee; |