Thy will, my God, thy will be done

And let that will be mine.

2 All-wise, All-mighty, and All-good,
In thee I firmly trust;

Thy ways, unknown or understood,
Are merciful and just.

3 May I remember, that to thee
Whate'er I have, I owe;

And back in gratitude from me,
May all thy bounties flow.

4 And though thy wisdom takes away
Shall I arraign thy will?

No, let me bless thy name, and say, "The Lord is gracious still."

5 Write but my name upon the roll Of thy redeemed above,

Then heart, and mind, and strength, and soul, I'll love thee for thy love.

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"My Times are in Thy hand."

S. M.

1 "My times are in thy hand,"

My God, I wish them there;

My life, my friends, my soul I leave,

Entirely to thy care.

2 "My times are in thy hand,"

Whatever they may be;

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!