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Then do not seek with anxious care,
He knows that all these things you need.
Hymn 150. c. M.
OT from the dust affliction grows,
Yet we are born to cares and woes;
A sad inheritance !
2. As sparks break out from burning coals,
3. Yet with my God I leave my cause,
4. Not all the pains that e'er I bore
Hymn 151. L. M.
How do thy mercies close me round!
For ever be thy name ador'd!
In all things I do so abound;
The servant is above his Lord!
2. Inur'd to poverty and pain
A suff'ring life my Master led; The Son of God, the Son of Man, He had not where to lay his head,
3. But lo! a place he hath prepar'd
For me whom watchful angels keep :
What can the Rock of Ages move?
Who, who shall violate my rest?
I lean upon my Saviour's breast.
Hymn 152, P. M.
HE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And teed me with a shepherd's care: His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye. My noon-day walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend. 2. When on the sultry glebe I faint, Or on the thirsty mountain pant, To fertile vales and dewy meads My weary wand'ring steps he leads, Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow, Amid the verdant landskape flow. 3. Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast heart, shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me still : Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade..
4. Though in a bare and rugged way,
Hymn 153. L. M.
WAY, my unbelieving fear!
Fear shall in me no more have place; My Saviour doth not yet appear,
He hides the brightness of his face:
2. Although the vine its fruits deny;
4. In hope believing against hope,
To me he soon shall bring it nigh,
Hymn 154. P. M.
From the German.
ASTER, I own thy
"M Thine, wholly thine, I long to be;
Thou seest, at last, I willing am,
Thine, wholly thine, to live and die.
3. Pleasure, and wealth, and praise, no more,
And know no other will but thine.
Wisdom thou art, and Love, and pow'r :
Thee, Lord, let earth and heav'n adore! Back flow the rivers to the sea,
And so our all be lost in thee!
Hymn 155. L. M.
HOU Lamb of God, thou Prince of Peace, For thee my thirsty soul doth pine! My longing heart implores thy grace: O'make me in thy likeness shine! 2. With fraudless, even, humble mind Thy will in all things may I see! In love be ev'ry wish resign'd,
And hallow'd my whole heart to thee. 3. When pain o'er my weak flesh prevails,
With lamb-like patience arm my breast;
4. Close by thy side still may I keep,
And all heav'ns hosts adore their King,
Hymn 156. L. M.
1. ESUS, the weary wand'rer's rest, sy to
With stedfast patience arm my breast, With spotless love, and lowly fear. 2. Thankful I take the cup from thee, Prepar'd and mingled by thy skill; Though bitter to the taste it be, Pow'rful the wounded soul to heal.