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Be thou, long suffering, slow to wrath,
A burning and a shining light ! 158
The Presence of God.
With rays of beauty shine;
And all of them be thine.
Our hands might toil in vain ;
If thou thy love restrain.
With thee each day be spent,
Since each by thee is lent.
Till all our labors cease,
With everlasting peace. 159
Ever gracious, ever wise!
All events at thy command.
Thou wilt guide me hour by hour;
3 Times of sickness, times of health;
Times of penury and wealth ;
Times of triumph and relief;4 Times temptation's power to prove ;
Times to taste a Savior's love;
As shall please my heavenly Friend. 160
Of life the only spring!
Supreme, eternal King!. 2 Drive from the confines of my heart
Impenitence and pride;
With thoughtless sinners, glide. 3 Whate'er thine all-discerning eye
Sees for thy creature fit,
I ask not wealth or fame :
A heart to bless thy name.
Without remorse or care ;
For life's last hour prepare.
A wild of cares, and toils, and tears,
And pleasures kill, and glories cheat,2 Shed down, O Lord, a heavenly ray,
To guide me in the lonely way;
To guard me in the dangerous hour. 3 Teach me the flattering paths to shun,
In which the thoughtless many run;
And grasp their ruin in their bliss. 4 May never pleasure, wealth, or pride,
Allure my wandering soul aside ;
Thine ever-watchful eye
Thy hand alone supply.
Our cheerful hopes confide ;
Thy love our footsteps guide. 3 And since, by passion's force subdued,
Too oft, with stubborn will,
We blindly shun the latent good,
And grasp the specious ill, – 4 Not what we wish, but what we want,
Let mercy still supply :
The ill, though asked, deny. 163
God our Shelter.
My heart within me dies,
To Heaven I lift mine eyes.
That's high above my head,
My shelter and my shade. 3 Within thy presence, Lord,
Forever I'll abide;
The refuge where I hide. 164
Are variously conveyed ;
Alternate light and shade. 2 While changing aspects all things wear,
Can we expect to find
Or constant peace of mind ?
3 More gayly smiles the blooming spring,
When wintry storms are o'er;
Delights unknown before.
Nor sink in gloomy care ;
To-morrow may be fair. 165
And help me to resign
And make thy pleasure mine. 2 Why should I shrink at thy command,
Whose love forbids my fears?
That wipes away my tears? 3 No! let me rather freely yield
What most I prize to thee,
Nor wilt withhold, from me. 4 But, ah! my inward spirit cries,
Still bind me to thy sway;
skies Drives all these thoughts away. 166
In Time of Danger. 1 O God, that mad'st the earth and sky, The darkness and the day,