Then sball my heart from earth be free, When it bath sound repose in thee. 1 Thou hidden love of God, whose height, Whose depth unfathomed no man knows, At rest, till it find rest in thee. The sweetness of thy yoke to prove: 1 Thou hidden Source of calm repose, Thou all-susficient Love Divine, 3 "Tia morog all, that thou hast brought My mind to seek her peace in thee: Ycl, while I scek, but find thee not, No peace my wandering soul shall see. Oh when shall all my wanderings end, And all my steps to thee-ward tend ! 2 Father, my all in all thou art, My rest in toil, my ease in pain; 4 Is there a thing beneath the sun, Tbat strives with thee my heart to share; 3 In want, my plentiful supply; In weakness, my almighty power; 246. Living to God. MRS. COTTERILL. | 2 Brought safely by his hand thus far, 1 0 Taou who hast at thy command Why wilt thou now give place to fear" The hearts of all men in thy hand ! How canst thou want if he provide, Our wayward, erring hearts incline Or lose thy way with such a guide ? To have no other will but thine. 3 Did ever trouble yet befall, 2 Our wishes, our desires, control; And he refuse to hear thy call? Mould every purpose of the soul ; And has he not his promise passed, O'er all may we victorious be That thou shalt overcome at last ? That stands between ourselves and thee. 4 He who has helped me hitherto 8 Thrice blest will all our blessings be, Will help me all my journey through, When we can look through them to thee; And give me daily cause to raise When each glad heart its tribute pays New trophies to his endless praise. of love and gratitude and praise. 4 And, while we to thy glory live, 248. “Under his wings shalt thou trust " May we to thee all glory give; 1 FATHER, beneath thy sheltering wing That calls thy willing servants home. In sweet security we rest, And fear no evil earth can bring; 247. In life, in death, supremely blest. J. NEWTON. To thee are burdens, thorns, and snares; The motions of thy will obeys ; And death is good, that makes us know And contradict his gracious word. The life divine which all things sways. BURLEIG Trust in God. 252. The One Petition. MRA. STEELS. 1 FATHER, whate'er of earthly bliss Thy sovereign hand denies, Let this petition rise : From every murmur free; And make me live to thee; 3 Let the sweet hope that thou art mine, My life and death attend; And crown my journey's end." DODDRIDGE 4 Wisdom and mercy guide my way: Shall I resist them both, And crushed before the moth? 253. God speaking Peace to his people. Ps. 86. 1 UNITE, my roving thoughts, unite In silence soft and sweet; At thy great Sovereign's feet. 2 Jehovah's awful voice is heard, Yet gladly I attend; Proclaims himself my friend. 6 But, ah! my inward spirit cries, Still bind me to thy sway; Else the next cloud that veils my skies Drives all these thoughts away. |
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