3 From vanity turn off mine eyes; 4 Order my footsteps by thy word, 5 Make me to walk in thy commands, - Nor let my head, or heart, or hands, L. M. 532. BOWRING. Trust in God. 1 O LET my trembling soul be still, 2 When, mounted on thy clouded car, Thou send'st thy darker spirits down, I can discern thy light afar, Thy light, sweet beaming through thy frown; And, should I faint a moment, then I think of thee, and smile again. 3 So, trusting in thy love, I tread The narrow path of duty on; What though some cherished joys are fled? What though some flattering dreams are gone? Yet purer, brighter joys remain : 78. M. 533. NEWTON. The Child of God. 1 QUIET, Lord, my froward heart; 2 What thou shalt to-day provide, 3 As a little child relies On a care beyond his own, Let me thus with thee abide, C. M. 534. BULFINCH. Help Thou our Unbelief. 1 FATHER! when o'er our trembling hearts 2 Grant us again to see thy face; When sorrow comes, and joys are flown, And blessings, long esteemed our own, Are now for ever fled, When the bright promise of our spring Lord, to thy truths still let us cling; 3 And when the powers of nature fail Nor love nor friendship can avail Then, Father, be our closing eyes L. M. 535. TOPLADY. For Perfect Love. 1 O THAT my heart was right with Thee, 2 Father, I dwell in mournful night, 3 O let my prayer acceptance find, C. M. 536. MONTGOMERY Resignation. 1 ONE prayer I have, all prayers in one, When I am wholly thine; Thy will, my God, thy will be done, 2 All-wise, almighty, and all-good, Thy ways, unknown or understood, 3 May I remember that to thee And back, in gratitude, from me Thy gifts are only then enjoyed, 5 And, though thy wisdom takes away, Shall I arraign thy will? No; let me bless thy name, and say, "The Lord is gracious still." 6 A pilgrim through the earth I roam, S. M. 537. Holy Desires. PATRICK. 1 GOD, who is just and kind, 2 The humble soul he guides; That mixes fear with love, And lead me through whatever path 4 O ever keep my soul From error, shame, and guilt; Nor suffer the fair hope to fail, Which on thy truth is built. 7 & 68. M. 538. "Rise, my Soul." RIPPON'S COL. 1 RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings; Thy better portion trace; Rise, from transitory things, Towards heaven, thy native place: Sun, and moon, and stars decay, Time shall soon this earth remove; Rise, my soul, and haste away To seats prepared above. 2 Rivers to the ocean run, Nor stay in all their course; Fire ascending seeks the sun, |