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

"THY WILL BE DONE."

Matt. vi. 10.

To do, or not to do,

- to have,

Or not to have, I leave to thee.

Suffice, that, for the season past,

Myself in things divine I sought, For comforts cried with eager haste,

And murmured when I found them not: I leave it now to thee alone,

Father, thy only will be done!

Thy gifts I clamor for no more,
Or selfishly thy grace require,
An evil heart to varnish o'er;
Jesus, the Giver, I desire,
After the flesh no longer known:
Father, thy only will be done!

Welcome alike the crown or cross;
Trouble I cannot ask, nor peace,
Nor toil, nor rest, nor gain, nor loss,
Nor joy, nor grief, nor pain, nor ease,
Nor life, nor death; but ever pray,
Father, THY ONLY WILL BE DONE!

SUBMISSION AND SUCCOR.

"Father, if thou be willing, remove this cup from me; nevertheless, not my will, but thine, be done."- Luke xxii. 42.

NOT in thine hours of conflict, Lord,

Not when the tempting fiend was nigh;
Nor when that bitter cup was poured,

Thy garden agony ;

Not then, when uttermost thy need,
Seemed light across thy soul to break;
No seraph form was seen to speed,
No voice of comfort spake :
Till, by thine own revealed word,

The victory o'er the fiend was won ;-
Till the sweet, mournful cry was heard,
“Thy will, not mine, be done!"

Then to the desert sped the blest,

And food, and peace, and joy conveyed ;Then one, more favored than the rest,

Glanced to the olive shade.

Lord! bring those precious moments back,
When, fainting, against sin we strain;
Or in thy counsels fail to track

Aught but the present pain.
In darkness help us to contend,

In darkness yield to thee our will;
And true hearts, faithful to the end,
Cheer by thine angels still.

DIVINE PEACE.

"The peace of God which passeth all understanding.”.

Phil. iv. 7.

PEACE of God, which knows no measure,

Heavenly sunbeam of the soul,

Peace beyond all earthly treasure,

Come, and every fear control.

Do disease and pain alarm me,
Do I fear impending ill?

Evil hath not power to harm me,
He can whisper, "Peace, be still!"

O Almighty to deliver!

Thou on whom my hope is stayed,
I would trust in thee for ever,

Then I cannot be afraid.

GRATEFUL FOR TRIALS.

"This is not your rest, because it is polluted."- Mic. ii. 10.

LORD, I would thank thee, if thine hand
Hath sometimes planted in my way

A thorn, to teach, this earthly land
Was not intended for my stay;

But that a better rest remains,

Which neither sin nor sorrow stains.

When prosperous seasons brightly smile,
And cloudless seems the azure dome,
How oft does thoughtless joy beguile
The soul to seek no better home!

Thanks, if some bitter, painful things
Remind me of celestial springs.

Grant me these tokens to receive,

Remembering whence and why they came; Then shall I in thy love believe,

And breathe thanksgivings to thy name.
Tokens of thy paternal love,

Pledges of endless good above.

SICKNESS BLEST.

"Of him are ye in Christ Jesus, who of God is made unto us wisdom, and righteousness, and sanctification, and redemption."-1 Cor. i. 30.

Though I find my sufferings painful,
Worn in body, faint in mind,
Welcome they will prove, and gainful,
If they work the end designed;
Make it, Lord, my hourly prayer,
In thy holiness to share.

Soon, thy glorious work completed,
Sufferings I shall need no more;
Pure in heart, and new created,
Thou thine image wilt restore :
Then from every bond set free,
Lord, thy glory I shall see.