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3 Give me to know thy will aright,-- Thy will, my glory and delight.-- That, raised above the world, my mind In thee its highest good may find.
4 O turn from vanity mine eye; To me thy quickening strength supply; And with thy promised mercy cheer A heart devoted to thy fear.
478. 7s. M. C. Wesley.
The Repose of Faith.
1 Happy soul, that safe from harm Rests within his Shepherd's arm!
Who his quiet shall molest?
Who shall violate his rest?
2 Seek, O Lord, thy wandering sheep; Bring me back, and lead, and keep; Take on thee my every care; Bear me, on thy bosom bear.
3 Let me know thy gracious voice; More and more in thee rejoice; More and more of thee receive; Ever in thy spirit live:--
4 Live, till all thy love I know, Perfect in my Lord below; Gladly then from earth remove, Gathered to the fold above.
479. C. M. C. Wesley.
A Rest Remaineth.
1 Lord! we believe a rest remains To all thy people known; A rest where pure enjoyment reigns;-- For thou art served alone:--
2 A rest where all our souls desire Is fixed on things above; Where fear, and sin, and grief expire, Cast out by perfect love.
3 O that we now that rest might know, Believe and enter in!
Thou Holiest! now the power bestow, And let us cease from sin.
4 Remove this hardness from our heart, This unbelief remove: The rest of perfect faith impart, The sabbath of thy love.
480. L. M. Anonymous.
Angels from Heaven Strengthening Him.
1 Lord! in thy garden agony, No light seemed on thy soul to break, No form of seraph lingered nigh, Nor yet the voice of comfort spake;
2 Till, by thine own triumphant word, The victory over, ill was won; Till the sweet, mournful cry was heard, "Thy will, O G.o.d, not mine, be done!"
3 Lord, bring these precious moments back, When, fainting, against sin we strain; Or in thy counsels fail to track Aught but the present grief and pain.
4 In weakness, help us to contend; In darkness, yield to G.o.d our will; And true hearts, faithful to the end, Cheer by thine holy angels still!
481. C. M. Steele.
Filial Submission.
1 And can my heart aspire so high, To say, "My Father," G.o.d?
Lord, at thy feet, I fain would lie, And learn to kiss the rod.
2 I would submit to all thy will, For thou art good and wise; Let each rebellious thought be still, Nor one faint murmur rise.
3 Thy love can cheer the darkest gloom, And bid me wait serene, Till hopes and joys immortal bloom, And brighten all the scene.
4 "My Father, G.o.d," permit my heart To plead her humble claim, And ask the bliss those words impart, In my Redeemer's name.
482. C. M. Pope.
Universal Prayer.
1 Father of all! in every age, In every clime, adored, By saint, by savage, and by sage, Jehovah, Jove, or Lord!--
2 Save me alike from foolish pride, Or impious discontent At aught thy wisdom has denied, Or aught thy goodness lent.
3 This day be bread and peace my lot: All else beneath the sun Thou knowest if best bestowed or not And let thy will be done.
4 Yet not to earth's contracted span Thy goodness let me bound, Or think thee Lord alone of man, When thousand worlds are round.
5 To thee whose temple is all s.p.a.ce, Whose altar, earth, sea, skies, One chorus let all beings raise, All nature's incense rise.
483. C. M. Pope.
The Same.
1 Father of all, whose cares extend To earth's remotest sh.o.r.e, Through every age let praise ascend, And every clime adore.
