3 To them remains nor place nor time;
Their country is in every clime;
They can be calm and free from care
On any shore, since God is there.

4 While place we seek, or place we shun,
The soul finds happiness in none;
But with our God to guide our way,
'T is equal joy to go or stay.

5 Could I be cast where Thou art not,
That were indeed a dreadful lot;
But regions none remote I call,
Secure of finding God in all.

414. L. M.

1 O God, whose thunder shakes the sky,
Whose eye this atom globe surveys,
To Thee, my only rock, I fly;
Thy mercy, in Thy justice, praise.

2 The mystic mazes of Thy will,
The shadows of celestial light,
Are past the power of human skill;
But what the Eternal does is right.

3 O teach me, in the trying hour,

When anguish swells the dewy tear,
To still my sorrows, own Thy power,
Thy goodness trust, Thy justice fear.

415. C. M.

10 that I knew where I might find
My righteous Judge's seat,
To pour out all my troubled mind
In prayer before His feet!

2 Not with the thunder of Thy power
Wouldst thou against me plead;
No, Thy good Spirit, in that hour,
For me would intercede.

3 Thine own unutterable grace,
Thy love,-Thy love to me,
Constrain me thus to seek Thy face,
And cast my cares on Thee.

4 Hear, then, the voice of my desire,
My griefs, my fears behold;
Search me and try me, as with fire,
And bring me forth like gold.

5 Lord! Thou hast troubled my repose,
Thy chastisements I feel;

Thine hand hath touched my heart-it glows,
It melts-impress Thy seal!

6 Stamp Thine own Image on my soul,
Lift from the dust mine head;

Lord! Thou hast wounded, make me whole! Hast slain, now raise the dead!

1 If life in sorrow must be spent,
So be it; I am well content:
And meekly wait my last remove,
Desiring only trustful love.

2 No bliss I'll seek, but to fulfil,
In life, in death, Thy perfect will;
No succours in my woes I want,
But what

my Lord is pleased to grant.

3 Our days are numbered;—let us spare Our anxious hearts a needless care: 'T is Thine to number out our days; 'T is ours to give them to Thy praise. 4 Faith is our only business here,— Faith simple, constant, and sincere; Oh, blessed days Thy servants see, Thus spent, O Lord, in pleasing Thee!

417. P. M.

1 I thank Thee, O my God, who made
The Earth so bright;

So full of splendour and of joy,
Beauty and light;

So many glorious things are here,
Noble and right!

2 I thank Thee, too, that Thou hast made Joy to abound;

So many gentle thoughts and deeds
Circling us round,

That in the darkest spot of Earth
Some Love is found.

3 I thank Thee more that all our joy
Is touched with pain;

That shadows fall on brightest hours;
That thorns remain;

So that Earth's bliss may be our guide,
And not our chain.

4 For Thou, who knowest, Lord, how soon Our weak heart clings,

Hast given us joys, tender and true,
Yet all with wings,

So that we see, gleaming on high,
Diviner things!

5 I thank Thee, Lord, that Thou hast kept The best in store;

We have enough, yet not too much
To long for more:

A yearning for a deeper peace,

Not known before.

6 I thank Thee, Lord, that here our souls, Though amply blest,

Can never find, although they seek,
A perfect rest-

Nor ever shall, until they lean

On Jesus' breast!

1 We ask for Peace, O Lord!
Thy children ask Thy Peace;
Not what the world calls rest,
That toil and care should cease,
That through bright sunny hours
Calm life should fleet away,
And tranquil night should fade
In smiling day;

2

3

It is not for such Peace that we would pray.

We ask for Peace, O Lord!

Yet not to stand secure,

Girt round with iron Pride,

Contented to endure:

Crushing the gentle strings,
That human hearts should know,
Untouched by others' joys

Or others' woe;

Thou, O dear Lord, wilt never teach us so.

We ask Thy Peace, O Lord!

Through storm, and fear, and strife,

To light and guide us on,

Through a long struggling life:

While no success or gain

Shall cheer the desperate fight,
Or nerve, what the world calls,

Our wasted might;

Yet pressing through the darkness to the light.

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