600 FATHER, I know that all my life Is portioned out for me; The changes that will surely come I ask Thee for a present mind, 2 I ask Thee for a thoughtful love, To soothe and sympathize. 3 I would not have the restless will That hurries to and fro, Seeking for some great thing to do, Or secret thing to know: 4 I ask Thee for the daily strength, If Thou be glorified. 5 And if some things I do not ask I'd have my spirit filled the more Anna Lætitia Waring 1850 J. D. Farrer бог CHRIST, of all my hopes the Ground, 2 Fountain of o'erflowing grace, 3 When I touch the blesséd shore, 4 Thus, O thus, an entrance give, J. H. Willcox Jesuswept!those tears are o-ver, But His heart is still the same; Kinsman, Friend, and Elder Brother, JESUS wept! those tears are over, Saviour, who can love like Thee, 2 When the pangs of trial seize me, Surely, none can feel like Thee, WINTERBOURNE 8s, 4. 3 Jesus wept! and still in glory, He can mark each mourner's tear; Living to retrace the story Of the hearts He solaced here. 4 Jesus wept! that tear of sorrow John Ross Macduff 1859 My God, my Father, while I stray Far from my home, on life's rough way, O teach me from my heart to say, "Thy will be done!" 941 605 My God, my Father, while I stray 2 Though dark my path, and sad my lot, 3 If Thou shouldst call me to resign What most I prize,-it ne'er was mine: I only yield Thee what is Thine; "Thy will be done!" 4 Let but my fainting heart be blest 5 Renew my will from day to day; "Thy will be done!" 6 Then, when on earth I breathe no more The prayer oft mixed with tears before, I'll sing upon a happier shore, "Thy will be done!" Charlotte Elliott 1834 So let Thy life our pattern be, And form our souls for Heaven. 2 Help us, through good report and ill, Our daily cross to bear; Like Thee, to do our Father's will, Our brethren's griefs to share. 3 If joy shall at Thy bidding fly, 4 Should friends misjudge, or foes defame, Or brethren faithless prove, Then, like Thine own, be all our aim 5 Kept peaceful in the midst of strife, Forgiving and forgiven, O may we lead the pilgrim's life, John Hampden Gurney 1838 LANGTON S. M. Arr. by S. Streatfield Ob3 204 608 How tender is Thy hand, 2 How gentle was the rod That chastened us for sin: How soon we found a smiling God, Where deep distress had been. 3 A Father's hand we felt, A Father's heart we knew; With tears of penitence we knelt, 4 We told Him all our grief, 5 Now we will bless the Lord, And in His strength confide; Forever be His name adored, For there is none beside. Thomas Hastings 1834 VAUGHAN C. M. J. B. Dykes Dear Ref-uge of my wea-ry soul, On Thee, when sorrows rise, On Thee, when waves of trou-ble roll, My fainting hope re-lies. 609 DEAR Refuge of my weary soul, On Thee, when sorrows rise, On Thee, when waves of trouble roll, 2 To Thee I tell each rising grief, 3 But O, when gloomy doubts prevail, 4 Yet, gracious God, where shall I flee? Thou art my only trust; And still my soul would cleave to Thee, Though prostrate in the dust. |