758 Submissive resignation. C. M. Life, health, and comfort to thy will, 2 Why should I shrink at thy command, 4 Thy favour, all my journey through, What else I want, or think I do, 759 Not my will, but thine be done. C. M. ALL-WISE, almighty, and all-good, In thee firmly trust; Thy ways, unknown or understood, 2 May I remember that to thee 4 And though thy wisdom takes away, Shall I arraign thy will? No! let me bless thy Name, and say,The Lord is gracious still. 760 Comfort in the promises. Calm resignation we implore; O let no murni'ring thought arise, But humbly let us still adore. L. M. 2 With meek submission may we bear 761 Patient in tribulation, C. M. WITH trouble laden-grief oppress'd, Wings had I like a dove, I'd fly away, and be at rest, 2 A world where angels, pure as fair, Nor sin may make intrusion there, 3 Where God's own hand shall wipe away The tears from every face; And Jesus to his saints display His mysteries of grace. 4 Yet, Lord, each murm'ring thought control; Each anxious wish repress : To thee I would resign my soul, 762 L. M. Safety and security in the arms of Jesus. COD of my life, whose gracious power G Through varied deaths my soul bath led, Or turn'd aside the fatal hour, Or lifted up my sinking head;- And safe beneath thy wings to rest. But thou art greater than my heart. 763 Sanctified affliction. C. M. LORY to thee, thou righteous God, Paternal love I see. 2 Though humbled in the lowest deep, And, thinking of thy love, I weep, 3 Thou dost in tenderness chastise, My Father!-all within me cries,- 764 S. M. The soul's only refuge. THOU refuge of my soul, On thee, when sorrows rise, On thee, when waves of trouble roll, 2 To thee I tell my grief, For thou alone canst heal; 3 But, O, when doubts prevail, 4 Yet, Lord, where shall I flee! And still my soul would cleave to thee, Though prostrate in the dust. 765 12th P. M. 76, 76, 78, 76. Smarting under the rod. FATHER, if thou must reprove For all that I have done, That knows, and cleaves to, thee; 766 C. M. Chastisement received with humility. IT is the Lord, who doth not grieve, Or needlessly reprove; Saviour, we thank fully receive 2 These tokens may we ever prize, By list'ning to thy word, that cries,- 767 5th P. M. 4 lines 7s, Weak and helpless. SON of God, thy blessing grant; 2 Tend'rest branch, alas! am I,- 768 4th P. M. 886, 286. God a very present help in trouble. GOD, thy faithfulness I plead: My present help in time of need, My great deliv'rer thou! 0 Haste to mine aid, thine ear incline, |