4 And oh! when gathers on our path, C. M. 586. WESLEY'S COL. The Saint's Rest. 1 LORD, I believe a rest remains, A rest where pure enjoyment reigns, 2 A rest, where all our soul's desire Where fear, and sin, and grief expire, 3 O that I now the rest might know, Now, Father, now the power bestow, 4 Remove all hardness from my heart, All unbelief remove; To me the rest of faith impart, 1 THE Swift not always in the race 2 Fond mortals but themselves beguile 3 Evil and good before thee stand, The blessing comes at thy command, 4 O Lord, in all our ways we 'll own L. M. 588. J. ROSCOE. Grateful Reliance on God. 1 How rich the blessings, O my God, 2 How calmly rolls the sea of life; 3 Though sorrow's cloud awhile o'ercast 4 Then virtue's humble toil and prayer Shall stand acknowledged at thy throne, Triumphant over earthly care; And the blest record thou wilt own. C. M. 589. MONTGOMERY. Solomon's Prayer for Wisdom. 2 Chron. i. 1 ALMIGHTY God! in humble prayer 2 We ask not golden streams of wealth 3 We ask not honors which an hour May bring and take away; We ask not pleasure, pomp, and power, 4 We ask for wisdom :- Lord, impart 5 The young remember thee in youth, The old be guided by thy truth L. M. 590. GASKELL. Looking unto Jesus always. 1 O NOT by solemn rites alone May Calvary's cross to us be shown; 2 When indolence would have its will, 3 When men have done us cruel wrong, 4 When sin looks tempting in our eyes, 5 When pain, or sickness, or distress, May we find strength to bear God's will. C. M. 591. HEGINBOTHAM. Praising God in Life and Death. 1 My soul shall praise thee, O my God! Through all my mortal days; And to eternity prolong Thy vast, thy boundless praise. 2 In each bright hour of peace and hope, 3 When gloomy care or keen distress My tongue shall learn to speak thy praise, And soothe my pains to rest. 4 Nor shall my tongue alone proclaim The honors of my God; 5 My life, with all my active powers, And though these lips shall cease to move, Of joy and transport rise. 6 Then shall my powers in endless strains Their grateful tribute pay: The theme demands an angel's tongue, 1 WHEN musing sorrow weeps the past, And mourns the present pain, 'T is sweet to think of peace at last, And feel that death is gain. 2 'T is not that murmuring thoughts arise, 3 It is that heaven-born faith surveys 4 It is that harassed conscience feels And sees, though far, the hand that heals And ends the strife within. |