1 LORD! I believe; thy power I own, 2 Lord! I believe; but gloomy fears 3 Lord! I believe; but oft, I know, 4 Yes, I believe; and only thou 14 Walk in the light! thy path shall be Peaceful, serene, and bright; For God, by grace, shall dwell in thee, 1 I WORSHIP thee, sweet will of God, To love thee more and more. 2 Ill, that God blesses, is our good, And unblest good is ill; And all is right that seems most wrong, If it be his dear will! 3 When obstacles and trials seem Like prison-walls to be, I do the little I can do, And leave the rest to thee. UTTON. 175 from above ide, and warm, irt. thyself, ! love! e dispersed ve. COWPER. 1 by his Providence. vsterious way, , perform; tsteps in the sea, on the storm. ents, fresh courage take; s ye so much dread Oh mercy, and shall break ssings on your head. not the Lord by feeble sense, His purposes will ripen fast The bud may have a bitter taste, 5 Blind unbelief is sure to err, 1 As body when the soul has fled, As barren trees, decayed and dead, Is faith; a hopeless, lifeless thing, If not of righteous deeds the spring. 2 One cup of healing oil and wine, One teardrop shed on mercy's shrine, Is thrice more grateful, Lord, to thee, Than lifted eye or bended knee. 3 To doers only of the word, Propitious is the righteous Lord; He hears their cries, accepts their prayers, Binds up their wounds, and soothes their cares. 585 Our Sufficiency of God. MRS. GILMAN. 1 Is there a lone and dreary hour, When worldly pleasures lose their power? My Father! let me turn to thee, And set each thought of darkness free. 2 Is there a time of racking grief, LYRA CATH. Penitential Prayer. 1 THE stars of heaven are shining on, Which scorns the prospect of relief? HAWEIS, 1792. 10 THOU, from whom all goodness flows, I lift my soul to thee; In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes, 2 When on my aching, burdened heart My sins lie heavily, Thy pardon grant, new peace impart; 3 When trials sore obstruct my way, Oh, let my strength be as my day; 14 That heavenly wisdom from above And let it guard, and guide, and warm, 5 Till it shall lend me to thyself, 590 4 And when before thy throne I stand, COWPER. Purposes of God developed by his Providence. Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take; 3 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, 4 His purposes will ripen fast Unfolding every hour; The bud may have a bitter taste, 5 Blind unbelief is sure to err, 1 FATHER of me and all mankind, 2 Thy kingdom come, with power and grace 3 The righteousness that never ends, 4 The kingdom of established peace, 14 If I am right, thy grace impart, 5 What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This teach me more than hell to shun, 1 ONE prayer I have, all prayers in When I am wholly thine; [one,"Thy will, my God, thy will be done, And let that will be mine." 2 May I remember that to thee 3 Thy gifts are only then enjoyed, 4 And though thy wisdom takes away, Shall I arraign thy will? No, let me bless thy name, and say, 5 All-wise, almighty, and all-good, Thy ways, unknown or understood, |