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Side 5 - I would not have the restless will That hurries to and fro, Seeking for some great thing to do, Or secret thing to know ; I would be treated as a child, And guided where I go.
Side 45 - Thee. 2 What Thou shalt to-day provide, Let me as a child receive ; What to-morrow may betide, Calmly to thy wisdom leave : 'Tis enough that Thou wilt care, Why should I the burden bear...
Side 13 - I will instruct thee and teach thee in the way which thou shalt go: "I will guide thee with mine eye.
Side 108 - Thou art my pilot wise ; My compass is thy word : My soul each storm defies, While I have such a Lord ! I trust thy faithfulness and power, To save me in the trying hour.
Side 104 - If the foe be near, Let not faithless fears o'ertake us, Let not faith and hope forsake us ; For, through many a foe, To our home we go.
Side 72 - LORD, how happy should we be ^-^ If we could cast our care- on Thee, If we from self could rest ; And feel at heart that One above In perfect wisdom, perfect love, Is working for the best.
Side 64 - Stands in full sunshine of Thy piercing eye, But that Thou call'st us Brethren : sweet repose Is in that word — the LORD who dwells on high Knows all, yet loves us better than He knows.
Side 64 - Thou know'st our bitterness—our joys are thine*— No stranger Thou to all our wanderings wild: Nor could we bear to think, how every line Of us, thy darken'd likeness...