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Then sball my heart from earth be free, When it bath sound repose in thee.

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1 Thou hidden love of God, whose height,

Whose depth unfathomed no man knows,
I see from far thy beauteous light,
Inly I sigh for thy repose.
My heart is pained; nor can it be

At rest, till it find rest in thee.
2 Thy secret voice invites me still

The sweetness of thy yoke to prove:
And fain I would; but though my will
Seem fixed, yet wide my passions rove;
Yet hindrances strew all the way;
I aim at thee, yet from thee stray.

1 Thou hidden Source of calm repose,

Thou all-susficient Love Divine,
My help and refuge from my foes,
Secure I am if thou art mine.
And, lo! from sin and grief and shame
I hide me, Father, in thy name.

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;
The healing of my broken heart;
In strise, my peace; in loss, my gain,
My smile beneath the cold world's frowo;
In shame, my glory and my crown;

4 Is there a thing beneath the sun,

Tbat strives with thee my heart to share;
Ah! tear it thence, and reign alone,
The Lord of every motion there.

3 In want, my plentiful supply;

In weakness, my almighty power;
In bonds, my perfect liberty;
My light in evil's darkest hour;
In grief, my joy unspeakable;
My life in death, my all in all.

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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;
Until the final summons come,

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.
1 Be still, my heart: these anxious cares 2 For life is good, whose tidal Now

To thee are burdens, thorns, and snares; The motions of thy will obeys ;
They cast dishonor on thy Lord,

And death is good, that makes us know And contradict his gracious word.

The life divine which all things sways.

BURLEIG

Trust in God.

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The One Petition. MRA. STEELS. 1 FATHER, whate'er of earthly bliss

Thy sovereign hand denies,
Accepted at thy throne of grace,

Let this petition rise :
2“ Give me a calm, a thankful heart,

From every murmur free;
The blessings of thy grace impart,

And make me live to thee; 3 Let the sweet hope that thou art mine,

My life and death attend;
Thy presence through my journey shine

And crown my journey's end."

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DODDRIDGE

4 Wisdom and mercy guide my way:

Shall I resist them both,
Short-sighted creature of a day,

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;
And thou, my soul, sit gently down

At thy great Sovereign's feet. 2 Jehovah's awful voice is heard,

Yet gladly I attend;
For, lo! the everlasting God

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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