433 THATCHER S. M. Arr. from George F. Handel 9 1 With grateful hearts, O God, to Thee, We'll own the prosp'ring gale. My 2 life, my friends, my soul, I leave En- tire ly to Thy care. 2 My times are in Thy hand, Whatever they may be; Pleasing or painful, dark or bright, As best may seem to Thee. 3 My times are in Thy hand; Why should I doubt or fear? A Father's hand wilt never cause His child a needless tear. 4 My times are in Thy hand, The hand my cruel sins had pierced, 5 My times are in Thy hand, 435 EAST CHURCH 8.8.8.4 Elizabeth W. Freeman, 1899 1. My God and Fa-ther, while I stray Far from my home, on life's rough way, 2 Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far Let evening blush to own a star: He sheds the beams of light divine O'er this benighted soul of mine. 3 Ashamed of Jesus! just as soon Let midnight be ashamed of noon : 'Tis midnight with my soul, till He, Bright morning star, bid darkness flee. 4 Ashamed of Jesus, that dear Friend On whom my hopes of heaven depend! 437 ABENDS L.M. 6 No, when I blush, be this my shame, 5 Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may, 2 I glory in infirmity, That Christ's own power may rest on me; When I am weak, then am I strong; Grace is my shield, and Christ my song. 3 I can do all things- or can bear 438 ELIZABETHTOWN C. M. George Kingsley, 1838 2 Jesus, my God! I know His name; His name is all my trust: Nor will He put my soul to shame, Nor let my hope be lost. 3 Firm as His throne His promise stands, And He can well secure, What I've committed to His hands, 4 Then will He own my worthless name 2 Now to you my spirit turns, Turns a fugitive unblest; Like the cloud, the wind, the wave; Where you dwell shall be my home, Where you die shall be my grave: 4 Mine the God whom you adore, Your Redeemer shall be mine; Earth can fill my soul no more, 5 Tell me not of gain or loss, Ease, enjoyment, pomp, and power, Welcome poverty and cross, Shame, reproach, affliction's hour: 6 "Follow me;" I know Thy voice; Jesus, Lord, Thy steps I see; Now I take Thy yoke by choice; Light Thy burden now to me. |