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A soul inured to pain,
To hardship, grief, and loss, Bold to take up, firm to sustain,
The consecrated cross. 3 I want a godly fear,
A quick-discerning eye,
And sees the tempter fly;
And armed with jealous care,
And watching unto prayer.
187. C. P. M. Wesley's Col.
For true Wisdom. 1 Be it my only wisdom here To serve the Lord with filial fear,
With loving gratitude: Superior sense may I display, Bv shunning every evil way,
And walking in the good.
Father, to me be given !
And find my way to heaven.
188. C. M. MERRÌCK.
Acquiescence in the divine Will. 1 Author of good, we rest on thee : - Thine ever-watchful eye Alone our real wants can see, Thy hand alone supply.
2 In thine all-gracious providence
Our cheerful hopes confide;
Thy love our footsteps guide.
3 And since, by passion's force subdued,
Too oft, with stubborn will,
And grasp the specious ill, — 4 Not what we wish, but what we want,
Let mercy still supply:
The ill, though asked, deny.
189. L. M. J. Newton.
Contentment and Trust in God.
1 Be still, my heart! these anxious cares
To thee are burdens, thorns, and snares;
2 Brought safely by his hand thus far,
Why wilt thou now give place to fear ?
3 He who has helped me hitherto
Will help me all my journey through,
4 Though rough and thorny be the road,
It leads thee home apace to God;
190. C. M. T. Moore.
How dark this world would be,
We could not fly to thee !
2 But thou wilt heal that broken heart,
Which, like the plants that throw
Breathes sweetness out of woe.
3 When joy no longer soothes or cheers,
And e'en the hope that threw
Is dimmed and vanished too,
4 O, who would bear life's stormy doom,
Did not thy wing of love
Our peace-branch from above?
5 Then sorrow, touched by thee, grows bright
With more than rapture's ray;
We never saw by day.
191. L. M. Norton.
Trust and Submission. 1 My God, I thank thee! may no thought
E’er deem thy chastisements severe;
2 Thy mercy bids all nature bloom;
The sun shines bright, and man is gay;
3 Full many a throb of grief and pain
Thy frail and erring child must know;
4 Thy various messengers employ;
Thy purposes of love fulfil ;
1 When Power divine, in mortal form,
Hushed with a word the raging storm,
2 So when in silence nature sleeps,
And his lone watch the mourner keeps,
3 Blest be the voice that breathes from heaven
To every heart in sunder riven, When love, and joy, and hope, are fled, — "Lo, it is I; be not afraid."
4 God calms the tumult and the storm ;
He rules the seraph and the worm;
5 And when the last dread hour shall come,
While shuddering Nature waits her doom, This voice shall call the pious dead, “ Lo, it is I; be not afraid.”
193. L. M. CowPER.
Peace after a Storm. 1 When darkness long has veiled my mind,
And smiling day once more appears,
The folly of my doubts and fears. 2 Straight I upbraid my wandering heart,
And blush that I should ever be
What I am still so slow to learn —
Nor knows the shadow of a turn. 4 Sweet truth, and easy to repeat !
But when my faith is sharply tried,
Unskilful, weak, and apt to slide.
Subdues the disobedient will;
194. C. H. M. CONDER.
Blessedness of Submission in Trials.
In trial's fearful hour,