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 I am thine,
My life and death attend;

Thy presence through my journey shine,
And crown my journey's end.'

HYMN 353. 8 & 7. Smyrna. [*]

Steele.

"Yea, though I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death, I will fear no Evil.” Ps. xxiii, 4.

p.1 G Through this gloomy vale of tears,
ENTLY, Lord, O gently lead us
Through the changes thou'st decreed us,
Till our last great change appears.

s O refresh us with thy blessing,
O refresh us with thy grace;
May thy mercies, never ceasing,
Fit us for thy dwelling-place.
p 2 When temptation's darts assail us,
When in devious paths we stray,
Let thy goodness never fail us,
Lead us in thy perfect way.

S

O refresh us with thy blessing, &c.
p 3 In the hour of pain and anguish,
In the hour when death draws near,
Suffer not our hearts to languish,
Suffer not our souls to fear.

S

O refresh us with thy blessing, &c. e 4 When this mortal life is ended, Bid us in thine arms to rest, o Till by angel bands attended, We awake among the blest.

O refresh us with thy blessing, &c.
s 5 Then, O crown us with thy blessing,
Through the triumphs of thy grace;
Then shall praises never ceasing
Echo through thy dwelling-place.
O refresh us with thy blessing, &c.

Dresden. [b]

Submission.

HYMN 354. L. M.

p 1 WAIT, O my soul, thy Maker's will! Tumultuous passions, all be still!

Nor let a murmuring thought arise;
His ways are just, his counsels wise,
e 2 He in the thickest darkness dwells,
Performs his work, the cause conceals;
But though his methods are unknown,
Judgment and truth support his throne.
3 In heaven, and earth, and air, and seas,
He executes his firm decrees

And by his saints it stands confessed,
That what he does is ever best.

4 Wait, then, my soul, submissive wait,
Prostrate before his awful seat:
And midst the terrors of his rod,
Trust in a wise and gracious God.

Beddome.

HYMN 355. C. M. Dundee. [* or bl

1 MA

Resignation.

AY I remember, Lord, to thee,
Whate'er I have I owe;

And back, in gratitude, from me,
May all thy bounties flow.

2 Thy gifts are only then enjoyed,
When used as talents lent;
Those talents only well employed,
When in thy service spent.

3 And though thy wisdom takes away,
Shall I arraign thy will?

o No, let me bless thy name, and say,
"The Lord is gracious still."

4 A pilgrim through the earth I roam,
Of nothing long possessed,
And all must fail when I go home,
For this is not my rest.

5 Write but my name upon the roll
Of thy redeemed above;

Then, heart, and mind, and strength, and soul,

I'll love thee for thy love.

Montgomery.

HYMN 356. L. P. M. Dresden. [b]

"For we have not an High Priest who cannot be touched with the feeling of our infirmities; but was in all points tempted like as we are, yet without sin. Heb. iv, 15.

e 1 WHEN gathering clouds around I view, And days are dark, and friends are few,

On him I lean, who, not in vain,
Experienced every human pain;
He sees my wants, allays my fears,
And counts and treasures up my tears.
-2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray
From heavenly virtue's narrow way,
To fly the good I would pursue,
Or do the sin I would not do,

Still he who felt temptation's power
Shall guard me in that dangerous hour.
3 When sorrowing o'er some stone I bend,
Which covers all that was a friend;
And from his voice, his hand, his smile,
Divides me-for a little while,-

Thou, Saviour, seest the tears. I shed,
For thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead.
-4 And O, when I have safely passed
Through every conflict-but the last,
Still, still unchanging, watch beside
My painful bed, for thou hast died;
Then point to realms of cloudless day,
And wipe the latest tear away.

e 1

Grant.

HYMN 357. 8, 7 & 4. Tamworth. [*]

IN

Divine Faithfulness.

N the floods of tribulation,
While the billows o'er me roll,

e Jesus whispers consolation,

S

And supports my fainting soul;
Hallelujah,

Hallelujah, praise the Lord.
e 2 In his darkest dispensations,
Faithful doth the Lord appear,
With his richest consolations,
u To reanimate and cheer:
Sweet affliction,

e

Thus to bring my Saviour near.

P 1

p

Nought shall pluck you from my hands :'
Sweet affliction,

Every word my love demands. S. Pearce.

HYMN 358. L. P. MuSt. Helen's. [b] #

FA

ATHER of mercies, God of love, O! hear a humble suppliant's cry; o Bend from thy lofty seat above, g Thy throne of glorious majesty O deign to listen to my voice, And bid my drooping heart rejoice. 2 I urge no merits of my own, No worth to claim thy gracious smile; And when I bow before thy throne, Dare to converse with God awhile, Thy name, blest Jesus, is my plea, Dearest and sweetest name to me! p 3 Father of mercies, God of love, Then hear thy humble suppliant's cry; Bend from thy lofty seat above,

g Thy throne of glorious majesty:

One pardoning word can make me whole,
And soothe the anguish of my soul.

Rafles.

HYMN 359, C. M. Funeral Hymn. [b] Think upon Me. Neh. v, 19.

THOU, from whom all goodness flows,
I lift my heart to thee;

In all my trials, conflicts, woes,

2

Dear Lord, remember me.

When groaning, on my burdened heart
My sins lie heavily :

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

3 If on my face, for thy dear name,
Shame and reproaches be;

o I'll hail reproach, and welcome shame If thou remember me.

p 4 The hour is near-consigned to death,

I own the just decree ;

Saviour, with my last parting breath,

I'll cry-Remember me.

Haweis.

HYMN 360. 8 & 7. Smyrna. [b]
In deep Afliction.

p 1 ULL of trembling expectation,
Feeling much, and fearing more

Mighty God of my salvation,
I thy timely aid implore:
Suffering Son of Man, be near me,
All my sufferings to sustain,
By thy sorer griefs to cheer me,
By thy more than mortal pain.
-2 By thy most severe temptation,
In that dark, Satanic hour;
By thy last mysterious passion,
Screen me from the adverse power,
By thy fainting in the garden,

By thy bloody sweat, I pray,
I
Write upon my heart the pardon,
Take my sins and fears away.

3 By the travail of thy spirit,
By thine outcry on the tree,
By thine agonizing merit,

In my pangs remember me!
By thy death I thee conjure,
A weak, dying soul befriend;
Make me patient to endure:
Make me faithful to the end.

1

C. Wesley.

HYMN 361. C. M. Dedham. [b]

WHEN

Hope in Trouble.

HEN musing sorrow weeps the past,
And mourns the present pain,

"Tis sweet to think of peace at last,

And feel that death is gain.

2 'Tis not that murmuring thoughts arise, And dread a Father's will,

'Tis not that meek submission flies,

And would not suffer still: