Pleasing or painful, dark or bright,
As best may seem to thee.

3 "My times are in thy hand,"
Why should I doubt or fear?
My Father's hand will never cause
His child a needless tear.

4 "My times are in thy hand,"
Jesus the crucified!

The hand my cruel sins had pierced,
Is now my guard and guide.

5 "My times are in thy hand,"
I'll always trust in thee;
And after death, at thy right hand
I shall for ever be.

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"Looking unto Jesus."

7s.

1 WHEN, along life's thorny road,
Faints the soul beneath the load,
By its cares and sins oppressed,
Finds on earth no peace or rest;
When the wily tempter's near,
Filling us with doubt and fear:
Jesus, to thy feet we flee;
Jesus, we will look to thee.

2 Thou, our Saviour, from the throne
Listenest to thy people's moan;

Thou, the living Head, dost share
Every pang thy members bear:
Full of tenderness thou art,
Thou wilt heal the broken heart;
Full of power, thine arm shall quell
All the rage and might of hell.

3 Mighty to redeem and save,
Thou hast overcome the grave;
Thou the bars of death hast riven,
Opened wide the gate of heaven:
Soon in glory thou shalt come,
Taking thy poor pilgrims home:

Jesus, then we all shall be,

Thou wilt not leave me to despair,

For thou art love divine.

2 In thee I place my trust,
On thee I calmly rest;

I know thee good, I know thee just,
And count thy choice the best.

3 Whate'er events betide,

Thy will they all perform;

Safe on thy breast my head I hide,
Nor fear the coming storm.

4 Let good or ill befall,

It must be good for me, Secure of having thee in all, Of having all in thee.

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"Not my will, but Thine."

1 AUTHOR of good, to thee we turn:
Thine ever-wakeful eye

Alone can all our wants discern-
Thy hand alone supply.

2 0, let thy love within us dwell,
Thy fear our footsteps guide;
That love shall vainer loves expel,
That fear, all fears beside.

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 we ask not, Father, grant;
The ill we ask, deny.

C. M.

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PRAYER AND WATCHFULNESS.

The Power of Prayer.

C. M.

1 THERE is an eye that never sleeps Beneath the wing of night; There is an ear that never shuts,

When sink the beams of light.

2 There is an arm that never tires,

When human strength gives way;
There is a love that never fails,
When earthly loves decay.

3 That eye is fixed on seraph throngs;
That arm upholds the sky;
That ear is filled with angel songs;
That love is throned on high.

4 But there's a power which man can wield
When mortal aid is vain,

That eye, that arm, that love to reach,
That listening ear to gain.

5 That power is prayer, which soars on high,
Through Jesus, to the throne;

And moves the hand which moves the world,
To bring salvation down!

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The Throne of Grace.

1 BEHOLD the throne of grace!

The promise calls me near; There Jesus shows a smiling face,

And waits to answer prayer.

2 That rich atoning blood,

Which sprinkled round I see, Provides for those who come to God, An all-prevailing plea.

3 Beyond our utmost wants,

His love and power can bless:
To praying souls he always grants
More than they can express.

4 Thine image, Lord, bestow,

Thy presence and thy love;
I ask to serve thee here below,
And reign with thee above.
5 Teach me to live by faith,

Conform my will to thine;
Let me victorious be in death,
And then in glory shine.

S. M.

1 BLEST hour! when mortal man retires

To hold communion with his God,
To send to heaven his warm desires,
And listen to the sacred word.

L. M.