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Tune-Elvan, 322.

"My times are in Thy hand."

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
I do not fear to see;

But I ask Thee for a present mind,

Intent on pleasing Thee.

2 I ask Thee for a thoughtful love,
Through constant watching wise,
To meet the glad with joyful smiles,
And wipe the weeping eyes;
And a heart at leisure from itself,
To soothe and sympathize.

3 I would not have the restless will
That hurries to and fro,

Seeking for some great thing to do,

Or secret thing to know;

I would be treated as a child,
And guided where I go.

4 Wherever in the world I am,
In whatsoe'er estate,

I have a fellowship with hearts
To keep and cultivate,

And a work of lowly love to do,

For the Lord on whom I wait.

5 So I ask Thee for the daily strength,
To none that ask denied;

And a mind to blend with outward life,
While keeping at Thy side;

Content to fill a little space,
If Thou be glorified.

6 And if some things I do not ask
In my cup of blessing be,

I would have my spirit filled the more
With grateful love to Thee;
More careful, not to serve Thee much,
But to please Thee perfectly.

7 There are briars besetting every path,
That call for patient care;
There is a cross in every lot,

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
That makes Thy children free;

And a life of self-renouncing love
Is a life of liberty.

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C.M.

THOU, from whom all goodness flows!

I lift my heart to Thee;

In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes,
Good Lord, remember me.

2 When on my aching, burdened heart,
My sins lie heavily,

My pardon speak, new peace impart;
In love remember me.

3 Temptations sore obstruct my way,
And ills I cannot flee;

O give me strength, Lord, as my day:
For good remember me.

4 Distressed with pain, disease, and grief,
This feeble body see;

Tune-Felix, 92.

"Let the peace of God rule in your hearts."

WH

HEN I survey life's varied scene
Amid the darkest hours,

Sweet rays of comfort shine between,
And thorns are mixed with flowers.

2 Lord, teach me to adore Thy hand,
From whence my comforts flow;
And let me in this desert land
A glimpse of Canaan know.

3 And O, whate'er of earthly bliss
Thy sovereign will denies,
Accepted at Thy throne of grace
Let this petition rise:

4 Give me a calm, a thankful heart,
From every murmur free;
The blessings of Thy grace impart,
And let me live to Thee.

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,
"Thy will be done."

3 If Thou shouldst call me to resign
What most I prize-it ne'er was mine;
I only yield Thee what is Thine;
"Thy will be done."

4 What though in lonely grief I sigh
For friends beloved no longer nigh?
Submissive would I still reply,

"Thy will be done."

Should pining sickness waste away
My life in premature decay;
My Father, still I'd strive to say,
"Thy will be done."

6 If but my fainting heart be blest
With Thy free Spirit for its guest;
My God, to Thee I leave the rest,
"Thy will be done.'

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,
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 I dare not choose my lot;
I would not if I might:
Choose Thou for me, my God;
So shall I walk aright.

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

5 Take Thou my cup, and it
With joy or sorrow fill,

6,6,4,6,6,6,4.

"My times are in Thy hand."

SOVEREIGN Ruler of the skies,

Ever gracious, ever wise,
All my times are in Thy hand,
All events at Thy command.

2 He that formed me in the womb,
He shall guide me to the tomb;
All my times shall ever be
Ordered by His wise decree.

3 Times of sickness, times of health,

Times of penury and wealth,
Times of trial and of grief,
Times of triumph and relief,

4 Times the tempter's power to prove,
Times to taste a Saviour's love;
All must come, and last, and end,
As shall please my heavenly Friend.

135.

FAITH AND HOPE.

Tune-Olivet, 220.

"Be not afraid, only believe."