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5 Thou, Lord, the dreadful fight hast won;
Alone thou hast the wine-press trod;
In me thy strength'ning grace be shown:
O may I conquer through thy blood.
6 So, when on Zion thou shalt stand,
And all heaven's host adore their King,
Shall I be found at thy right hand,
And, free from pain, thy glories sing.

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Patient thankfulness and trust.
TERNAL beam of Light divine,

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In whom the Father's glories shine,

L. M.

Through earth beneath, and heaven above :—

2 Jesus, the weary wand'rer's rest,
Give me thy easy yoke to bear;
With steadfast patience arm my breast,
With spotless love and lowly fear.
3 Thankful I take the cup from thee,
Prepared and mingled by thy skill:
Though bitter to the taste it be,

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?

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Submissive resignation.

C. M.

LORD! my best desire fulfil,
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 favour, all my journey through,
Shall be my rich supply;

What else I want, or think I do,
Let wisdom still deny.

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Not my will, but thine be done.

C. M.

ALL-WISE, Almighty, and All-Good,

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firmly trust;

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

2 May I remember that to thee
Whate'er I have I owe;
And back in gratitude from me,
May all thy bounties flow.
3 Thy gifts are only then enjoy'd,
When used as talents lent;
Those talents only well employ'd,
When in thy service spent.

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.

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L. M.

Comfort in the promises.

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GOD! to thee we raise our eyes;
Calm resignation we implore;
O let no murm'ring thought arise,
But humbly let us still adore.
2 With meek submission may we bear
Each needful cross thou shalt ordain ;
Nor think our trials too severe,
Nor dare thy justice to arraign.
3 For though mysterious now thy ways
To erring mortals may appear,
Hereafter we thy Name shall praise,
For all our keenest suff'rings here.
4 Thy needful help, O God, afford,
Nor let us sink in deep despair ;
Aid us to trust thy sacred word,
And find our sweetest comfort there.

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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,
Swell Jesus' glorious train;

Nor sin may make intrusion there,
Nor death an entrance gain ;-

3 Where God's own hand shall wipe away
The tears from every face;

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.

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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,—
Thy ruling providence I see;
Assist me still my course to run,
And still direct my paths to thee.
3 Whither, O whither should I fly,
But to my loving Saviour's breast!
Secure within thine arms to lie,

And safe beneath thy wings to rest.
4 I have no skill the snare to shun,
But thou, O Christ, my wisdom art:
I ever into ruin run,

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.

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Sanctified affliction.

C. M.

YLORY to thee, thou righteous God,
Righteous, yet kind to me;

For under thy paternal rod,

Paternal love I see.

2 Though humbled in the lowest deep,
Thy gracious hand I bless;

And, thinking of thy love, I weep,
For my unfaithfulness.

3 Thou dost in tenderness chastise,
And graciously reprove:

My Father!-all within me cries,—
Thy ways are truth and love.

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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,
My fainting hope relies.

2 To thee I tell my grief,

For thou alone canst heal;
Thy word can bring a sweet relief
For every pain I feel.

3 But, 0, when doubts prevail,
I fear to call thee mine;

The springs of comfort seem to fail,
And all my hopes decline.

4 Yet, Lord, where shall I flee?
Thou art my only trust;

And still my soul would cleave to thee, Though prostrate in the dust.

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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.
Use the rod, and not the sword;
Correct with kind severity;
Bring me not to nothing, Lord,
But bring me home to thee.
2. True and faithful as thou art
To all thy church and me,
Give a new, believing heart,

That knows, and cleaves to, thee;
For when we our hearts resign,
O Jesus, to be fill'd with thee,
Thou art ours, and we are thine,
Through all eternity!

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