Patient, resigned, and humble wills
Impregnably resist all ills.

My God will guide me by his light,
Give me victorious might;

No pang can me invade,

Beneath his wings' propitious shade.

KEN.

"THOU HAST BEEN MY REFUGE."

Ps. lxix. 16.

O STRANGE infirmity to think
That he will leave my soul to sink
In darkness and distress,

Who has appeared in times of old,
Who saved me while the billows rolled,
And cheered me with his grace.

What sweeter pledge could God bestow,
Of help in future scenes of woe,
Than grace already given ?

But unbelief, that hateful thing,

Oft makes me sigh, when I should sing
Of confidence in Heaven!

9

SEARLE.

RESTING ON GOD.

"My meditation of him shall be sweet; I will be glad in the Lord."Ps. civ. 34.

WHEN languor and disease invade
This trembling house of clay,
"T is sweet to look beyond my pain,
And long to fly away:

Sweet to look inward, and attend
The whispers of his love;
Sweet to look upward, to the place
Where Jesus pleads above:

Sweet to look back, and see my name
In life's fair book set down;
Sweet to look forward, and behold
Eternal joys my own :-

Sweet to reflect how grace divine
My sins on Jesus laid;

Sweet to remember that his blood
My debt of suffering paid :-

Sweet in his righteousness to stand,
Whose love can never end;
Sweet on his covenant of grace

For all things to depend:

Sweet on his faithfulness to rest,
Whose, love can never end;
Sweet on the covenant of his grace
For all things to depend :-

Sweet in the confidence of faith,
To trust his firm decrees;
Sweet to lie passive in his hands,

And know no will but his :

"T is sweet to rest in lively hope,
That, when my change shall come,
Angels will hover round my bed,
And waft my spirit home.

Then shall my disembodied soul
Behold him and adore;

Be with his likeness satisfied,

And grieve and sin no more.

TOPLADY.

"BE STILL, AND KNOW THAT I AM GOD."

Ps. xlvi. 10.

WHEN I can trust my all with God,

In trial's fearful hour,

Bow, all resigned, beneath his rod,

And bless his sparing power,
A joy springs up amid distress,
A fountain in the wilderness.

Though sighs and tears its language be,
If Christ be nigh, and smile on me!

O, blessèd be the hand that gave;
Still blessed when it takes:
Blessèd be he who smites to save,

Who heals the heart he breaks:
Perfect and true are all his ways,

Whom heaven adores, and death obeys.

CONDER.

"LORD, AND WHAT SHALL THIS MAN DO?"

John xxi. 21.

"LORD, and what shall this man do?"
Ask'st thou, Christian, for thy friend?
If his love for Christ be true,

Christ hath told thee of his end:
This is he whom God approves,
This is he whom Jesus loves.

Ask not of him more than this,
Leave it in his Saviour's breast,
Whether, early called to bliss,

He in youth shall find his rest,

Or, armed in his station, wait,
Till his Lord be at the gate.

Whether in his lonely course,
(Lonely, not forlorn,) he stay,
Or, with love's supporting force,

Cheat the toil and cheer the way:
Leave it all in his high hand,

Who doth hearts, as streams, command.

Gales from heaven, if so he will,

Sweeter melodies can wake

On the lonely mountain rill,

Than the meeting waters make. Who hath the Father and the Son

Sick or healthful, slave or free,
Wealthy, or despised and poor,-

What is that to him or thee,

So his love to Christ endure? When the shore is won at last, Who will count the billows past?

Only, since our souls will shrink
At the touch of natural grief,
When our earthly, loved ones sink,
Lend us, Lord, thy sure relief;
Patient hearts, their pain to see,
And thy grace, to follow thee.

KEBLE.