Or tremble at the gracious hand
That wipes away my tears?

III.

No, let me rather freely yield
What most I prize to thee,
Who never hast a good withheld,
Or wilt withhold from me.

IV..

Thy favor all my journey thro',
Thou art engag'd to grant;
What else I want, or think I do,
'Tis better still to want.

V.

Wisdom and mercy guide my way,
Shall I resist them both?

A poor blind creature of a day,
And crush'd before the moth!

VI.

But ah! my inward spirit cries,
Still bind me to thy sway;

Else the next cloud that veils my
Drives all these thoughts away.

skies,

HYMN XCVII. C. M.
Filial Submission,

I.

AND can my heart aspire so high,

"My father, GOD!"

LORD, at thy feet I fain would lie,
And learn to kiss the rod.

II.

I would submit to all thy will,
For thou art good and wise;
Let every anxious thought be still,
Nor one faint murmur rise.

III.

Thy love can cheer the darksome gloom,
And bid me wait serene ;
Till hopes and joys immortal bloom,
And brighten all the scene.

IV.

"My Father"-O permit my heart
To plead her humble claim,
And ask the bliss those words impart,
In my Redeemer's name.

HYMN XCVIII. C. M.

It is the Lord.

I.

IT is the LORD-enthron'd in light,

Whose claims are all divine;

Who has an undisputed right
To govern me and mine.

II.

It is the LORD should I distrust,

Or contradict his will?

Who cannot do but what is just,
And must be righteous still.

III.

It is the LORD-who gives me all
My wealth, my friends, my ease;
And of his bounties may recal
Whatever part he please.

IV.

It is the LORD who can sustain
Beneath the heaviest load,
From whom assistance I obtain
To train the thorny road.

V.

It is the LORD-whose matchless skill
Cau from afflictions raise
Matter, eternity to fill

With ever growing praise.

VI.

It is the LORD-my cov'nant GOD,
Thrice blessed be his name!

Whose gracious promise seal'd with blood,
Must ever be the same.

VII.

His cov'nant will my soul defend,
Should nature's self expire;
And the great Judge of all descend
In awful flames of fire.

VIII.

And can my soul with hopes like these,
Be sullen, or repine?

No, gracious GOD, take what thou please
To thee I ALL resign.

A

HYMN XCIX. L. M.
Trust and Confidence.

1.

WAY, my unbelieving fear!

Let fear in me no more take place; My Saviour doth not yet appear, He hides the brightness of his face : But shall I therefore let him go, And basely to the tempter yield? No, in the strength of JESUS, no! I never will give up my shield.

II.

Altho' the vine its fruit deny,
Altho' the olive yield no oil,
The withering fig-tree droop and die,
The field illude the tiller's toil;
The empty stall no herd afford,
And perish all the bleating race,
Yet I will triumph in the LORD,
The God of my salvation praise.

III.

Away, each unbelieving fear,

Let fear to cheering hope give place; My Saviour will at length appear,

And show the brightness of his face: Tho' now my prospects all be crost, My blooming hopes cut off I see, Still will I in my JESUS trust,

Whose boundless love can reach to me.

IV..

In hope, believing against hope,
His promis'd mercy will I claim;
His gracious word shall bear me up
To seek salvation in his name :
Soon, my dear SAVIOUR, bring it nigh!
My soul shall then outstrip the wind,
On wings of love mount up on high!
And leave the world and sin behind.

R'

HYMN C. P. M.

The Pilgrim's Song.

I.

ISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings,
Thy better portion trace;

Rise from transitory things,

T'wards heaven thy native place:
Sun, and moon, and stars decay,
Time shall soon this earth remove :
Rise, my soul, and haste away,
To seats prepar'd above.,

II.

Rivers to the ocean run,

Nor stay in all their course;
Fire ascending seeks the sun,
Both speeds them to their source:
Thus a soul new born of God,
Pants to view his glorious face,