I know all power, in earth, in heaven,
To thee eternally is given;

By thee all hearts are swayed.

2 Why then, terrestrial changes fear,
Or for myself, or those most dear,

Though troubles round me swell?
To those thy blood has dearly bought,
Thy Spirit sanctified, and taught,
All shall, all must be well!

3 I hear of troubles, tumults, wars;
But each discordant sound that jars
On nature's startled ear,

Serves to enhance his wondrous grace,
Who deigns to be my hiding-place
From every storm I fear.

4 Yes, blessed Jesus! I am thine!
Dare I mistrust that love divine

Which drew me to thy feet?
Then raised me, placed me by thy side,
Called me thy sister, nay, thy Bride,
In tenderest accents sweet!

5 Oh no! that love I cannot doubt,
Which, when I wandered, sought me out,
And thro' life's varied course,

Has kept its hold upon my heart,
Spreading its sway o'er every part

With strong, yet gentle force.

6 I feel more deeply every hour,
But for that love's resistless power,
I should be lost, undone !
Still, on that promise I depend,
That thou will keep unto the end,

Those thou hast made thine own.

7 Then come what may, in this short life,
Vicissitude, pain, sickness, strife,
All will promote my good;

Make me to thee more closely cling,
While o'er me thou wilt spread thy wing,
As the hen shields her brood.

*CXXVI.

A LOOK UPWARDS IN DEPRESSION OF MIND.

TAKE courage, O, my soul! this life which

seems

To thee while suffering, wearisomely long,
Would, if thy faith were vigorous and strong,
Full oft be gladdened by celestial gleams,
On that fair city, where the sun's bright
beams

Are needed never, and the white robed throng,
Pour forth their hallowed ecstacies in song,
To gaze with steadier vision, thee beseems.
On "things not seen," thou'rt bid to fix thine

eye;

To feel a stranger and a pilgrim here;

Of small account life's transient griefs appear, When Faith unfolds heaven's joys, and brings them nigh;

Then bright and blest each hour of Time would be,

Fraught with the glories of Eternity.

*CXXVII.

"THY WILL BE DONE."

1 My God and Father! while I stray
Far from my home in life's rough way,
Oh! teach me from my heart to say,
Thy will be done!"

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2 Though dark my path, and sad my lot,
Let me "be still," and murmur not,
Or breathe the prayer divinely taught,
"Thy will be done!"

3 What though in lonely grief I sigh
For friends beloved, no longer nigh,
Submissive still would I reply,
"Thy will be done!"

4 If thou shouldst call me to resign
What most I prize, it ne'er was mine;
I only yield thee what was thine;

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Thy will be done!"

5 Should pining sickness waste away,
My life in premature decay,

My Father! still I strive to say,
Thy will be done!"

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6 If but my fainting heart be blest
With thy sweet Spirit for its guest,
My God! to thee I leave the rest—
Thy will be done!"

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7 Renew my will from day to day,
Blend it with thine and take away
All now that makes it hard to say,
Thy will be done!"

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8 Then, when on earth I breathe no more,
The prayer oft mixed with tears before,
I'll sing upon a happier shore,
"Thy will be done!"

*CXXVIII.

"We are saved by hope."-Romans viii. 24.

1 OH! were it not for that sweet hope,
Of future rest and bliss,

How would my fainting soul bear up,
Beneath a load like this!

2 A sinful heart, a suffering frame,
An ever watchful foe;

Thoughts of the past which fill with shame, All aggravate my woe.

3 Were not this blessed hope my own,
So dark the scene appears;

My soul would sink despairing down,
Unceasing flow my tears,

4 Are no sweet promises bestowed,
To suit a case like mine?
To shed across my dreary road,
A gleam of light divine?

5 Yes! at the end of this dark vale,
Some golden streaks I see,

Which tell, though faint as yet, and pale,
The morning breaks for me!

6 They tell that light for me "is sown,"
I'll watch the kindling ray ;
And through the twilight, hasten on,
To greet th' eternal day.

*CXXIX.

SELF-EXAMINATION UNDER FEAR OF SELF-DECEPTION.

"Perplexed, but not in despair."-2 Cor. iv. 8. 1 SEARCHER of hearts! to thee are known My conflicts, doubts, and painful fears; Thou clearly seest, and thou alone, That which to me perplexed appears.

2 If here I should an error make, Fatal the consequence may be;