3 Thou canst repress the rising sigh,

Canst soothe each mortal care; And every deep and heartfelt groan

Is wafted to thine ear.
4 Eternal Source of life and health,

And every bliss we feel,
In sorrow and in joy, to thee

Our grateful hearts appeal.

HYMN 385. L. M. [#]

Trust and Resignation implored.
1 O God, to thee we raise our eyes ;

Calm resignation we implore ;
Olet no murmuring thought arise,

But humbly let our hearts adore. 2 With meek submission may we bear

Each needful cross thou shalt ordain; Nor think our trials too severe;

Nor dare thy goodness to arraign. 3. For, though mysterious now thy ways

To erring mortals may appear,
Hereafter we thy name shall praise,

For all our keenest sufferings here. 4 Thy needful aid, O God, afford,

Nor let us sink in deep despair ;
Help us to trust thy sacred word,

And find our sweetest comfort there.

HYMN 386. L. M. [b or #]

Peace of Conscience.
1 WHILE some in folly's pleasure roll,

And seek the joys which hurt the soul,
Be mine that silent, calm repast,

A peaceful conscience to the last. 2 With this companion in the shade,

My soul no more shall be dismayed ;
I will defy the midnight gloom,

And the pale monarch of the tomb. 3 Amidst the various scenes of ills,

Each stroke some kind design fulfils ;
And shall I murmur at my God,

When sovereign love directs the rod ? 4 His hand will smooth my rugged way,

And lead me to the realms of day ;
To milder skies and brighter plains,
Where everlasting pleasure reigns.

HYMN 387. C. M. [#or b ]

Resignation and Rest.
1 WHEN I survey life's varied scene,

Amidst the darkest hours,
Bright rays of comfort shine between,

And thorns are mixed with flowers. 2 This thought can all my fears control,

And bid my sorrows fly;
No harm can ever reach

my

soul Beneath my Father's eye.

3 Whate'er thy sacred will ordains,

O give me strength to bear;
And let me know my Father reigns,

And trust bis tender care.
4 If cares and sorrows me surround,

Their power why should I fear?
My inward peace they cannot wound,

If thou, my God, art nea:.

HYMN 388. L. M. [#]

Reconciliation and Gratitude.
1 The trifling joys this world can give

A thirsty soul can ne'er supply;
A soul whích hopes, through grace, to live

In realms of bliss beyond the sky. 2 Yet, O my God, I would not slight

The smallest of thy gifts to me;
The least affords me some delight,

And shows thy mercy rich and free. 3 My friends, my health, my daily food,

All blessings granted here below,
Proclaim aloud that thou art good;

Thy goodness all the world shall know. 4 But, O, it is a greater joy

To feel my heart is reconciled;
To know thou wilt my sins destroy, ,

And claim me as thy ransomed child.

HYMN 389. C. P. M. [#]

Contentment and Resignation. 1 If solid happiness we prize, Within our breasts the jewel lies;

Nor need we roam abroad :
The world has little to bestow;
From pious hearts our joys must flow,

Hearts that delight in God.
2 To be resigned when ills betide,
Patient when favours are denied,

And pleased with favours given,-
This is the wise, the pious part,
This is that incense of the heart,

Whose fragrance reaches heaven. 3 Thus through life's changing scenes we'll go ; Its chequered paths of joy and wo

With holy care we'll tread; Quit its vain scenes without a tear, Without a trouble or a fear,

And mingle with the dead.

ZEAL, FORTITUDE AND PRUDENOE.

HYMN 390. C. M.

C. M. [#]

Zeal true and false.
1 Zeal is that pure and heavenly flame,

The fire of love supplies ;
While that which often bears the name

Is self in a disguise.
2 True zeal is merciful and mild,

Can pity and forbear;
The false is headstrong, fierce and wild,
And breathes revenge

and war. 3 While zeal for truth the Christian warms,

He knows the worth of peace;
But self contends for names and forms,

Its party to increase.
4 Zeal has attained its highest aim,

Its end is satisfied,
If sinners love the Saviour's name ;

Nor seeks it aught beside.
5 But self, however well employed,

Has its own ends in view;
And says, as boasting Jehu cried,

Come, see what I can do.
6 Dear Lord, the idol self dethrone,

And from our hearts remove ;
And let na zeal by us be shown,

But that which springs from love