126. 64 1 Tune-Elvan, 322. "My times are in Thy hand." THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 8,6,8,6,8,6. FATHER, I know that all my life Is portioned out for me; And the changes that are sure to come But I ask Thee for a present mind, Intent on pleasing Thee. 2 I ask Thee for a thoughtful love, 3 I would not have the restless will Seeking for some great thing to do, Or secret thing to know; I would be treated as a child, 4 Wherever in the world I am, I have a fellowship with hearts And a work of lowly love to do, For the Lord on whom I wait. 5 So I ask Thee for the daily strength, And a mind to blend with outward life, Content to fill a little space, 6 And if some things I do not ask I would have my spirit filled the more 7 There are briars besetting every path, And an earnest need for prayer; But a lowly heart, that leans on Thee, Is happy anywhere. 8 In a service which Thy will appoints There are no bonds for me; 127. For my inmost heart is taught the Truth And a life of self-renouncing love 131. C.M. THOU, from whom all goodness flows! I lift my heart to Thee; In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes, 2 When on my aching, burdened heart, My pardon speak, new peace impart; 3 Temptations sore obstruct my way, O give me strength, Lord, as my day: 4 Distressed with pain, disease, and grief, Tune-Felix, 92. "Let the peace of God rule in your hearts." WH HEN I survey life's varied scene Sweet rays of comfort shine between, 2 Lord, teach me to adore Thy hand, 3 And O, whate'er of earthly bliss 4 Give me a calm, a thankful heart, C.M MY 8,8,8,4. Far from my home on life's rough way, O teach me from my heart to say, "Thy will be done." 2 Though dark my path and sad my lot, Let me be still and murmur not; But breathe the prayer divinely taught, 3 If Thou shouldst call me to resign 4 What though in lonely grief I sigh "Thy will be done." Should pining sickness waste away 6 If but my fainting heart be blest 7 Renew my will from day to day; Blend it with Thine, and take away All that now makes it hard to say, "Thy will be done." 8 Then, when on earth I breathe no more The prayer, oft mixed with tears before, I'll sing upon a happier shore, "Thy will be done.' "Commit thy way unto the Lord; trust also in Him, and He shall bring it to pass." 1 THY way, not mine, O Lord, However dark it be; Lead me by Thine own hand, 2 Smooth let it be or rough, 3 I dare not choose my lot; 4 The kingdom that I seek 5 Take Thou my cup, and it 6,6,4,6,6,6,4. "My times are in Thy hand." SOVEREIGN Ruler of the skies, Ever gracious, ever wise, 2 He that formed me in the womb, 3 Times of sickness, times of health, Times of penury and wealth, 4 Times the tempter's power to prove, 135. FAITH AND HOPE. Tune-Olivet, 220. "Be not afraid, only believe." |