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,

That looks to thee when sin is near,
And sees the tempter fly;
A spirit still prepared,

And armed with jealous care,
Forever standing on its guard,
And watching unto prayer.

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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.

2 O, may I still from sin depart!
A wise and understanding heart,
Father, to me be given!

And let me through thy Spirit know
To glorify my God below,

And find my way to heaven.

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MERRICK.

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;
O, let thy power be our defence,
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 good unasked, O Father, grant;
The ill, though asked, deny.

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L. M.

J. NEWTON.

Contentment and Trust in God.

1 BE still, my heart! these anxious cares
To thee are burdens, thorns, and snares;
They cast dishonor on thy Lord,
And contradict his gracious word.

2 Brought safely by his hand thus far,
Why wilt thou now give place to fear?
How canst thou want if he provide,
Or lose thy way with such a Guide?

3 He who has helped me hitherto
Will help me all my journey through,
And give me daily cause to raise
New trophies to his endless praise.

4 Though rough and thorny be the road,
It leads thee home apace to God;
Then count thy present trial small,
For heaven will make amends for all.

10 THOU who dry'st the mourner's tear,
How dark this world would be,
If, when deceived and wounded here,
We could not fly to thee!

2 But thou wilt heal that broken heart,
Which, like the plants that throw
Their fragrance from the wounded part,
Breathes sweetness out of woe.

3 When joy no longer soothes or cheers,
And e'en the hope that threw
A moment's sparkle o'er our tears
Is dimmed and vanished too,-

4 O, who would bear life's stormy doom,
Did not thy wing of love

Come, brightly wafting through the gloom Our peace-branch from above?

5 Then sorrow, touched by thee, grows bright With more than rapture's ray;

The darkness shows us worlds of light
We never saw by day.

1 MY GOD, I thank thee! may no thought
E'er deem thy chastisements severe;
But may this heart, by sorrow taught,
Calm each wild wish, each idle fear.

2 Thy mercy bids all nature bloom ;
The sun shines bright, and man is gay;
Thine equal mercy spreads the gloom
That darkens o'er his little day.

3 Full many a throb of grief and pain
Thy frail and erring child must know;
But not one prayer is breathed in vain,
Nor does one tear unheeded flow.

4 Thy various messengers employ;
Thy purposes of love fulfil;

And, 'mid the wreck of human joy,
Let kneeling faith adore thy will.

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L. M. SIR J. E. SMITH.

"It is I; be not afraid."

1 WHEN Power divine, in mortal form, Hushed with a word the raging storm, In soothing accents Jesus said,

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'Lo, it is I; be not afraid."

2 So when in silence nature sleeps,

And his lone watch the mourner keeps,
One thought shall every pang remove,
Trust, feeble man, thy Maker's love.

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; No creature is by him forgot,

Of those who know, or know him not.

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."

1 WHEN darkness long has veiled my mind,
And smiling day once more appears,
Then, my Creator, then I find
The folly of my doubts and fears.

2 Straight I upbraid my wandering heart,
And blush that I should ever be
Thus prone to act so base a part,
Or harbor one hard thought of thee.
3 O, let me then at length be taught-
What I am still so slow to learn
That God is love, and changes not,
Nor knows the shadow of a turn.

4 Sweet truth, and easy to repeat!
But when my faith is sharply tried,
I find myself a learner yet,
Unskilful, weak, and apt to slide.

5 But, O my God, one look from thee
Subdues the disobedient will;

Drives doubt and discontent away,
And thy rebellious child is still.

Blessedness of Submission in Trials.

1 WHEN I can trust my all with God,
In trial's fearful hour,

Bow, all resigned, beneath his rod,
And bless his sparing power,