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What can these anxious cares avail thee,
The never-ceasing moans and sighs ? What can it help, if thou bewail thee,
O’er each dark moment as it flies ?
In cheerful hope, with heart content To take whate'er thy Father's pleasure
And all-deserving love hath sent; No doubt our inmost wants are known To Him Who chose us for His own.
4 He knows the time for joy, and truly
Will send it when He sees it meet,
And finds thee free from all deceit;
5 Sing, pray, and keep His ways unswerving,
So do thine own part faithfully,
Thou yet shall find it true for thee;
Tr. CATHERINE WINKWORTH
In Christ I Feel the Heart of God
Harvard 8 6 8 6 8 8
1. In Christ I
feel the heart of God, Throbbing from heav'n thro' earth;
Life stirs a - gain with - in the clod, Renewed in beauteous birth; The soul springs
In Christ I touch the hand of God,
From His pure height reached down,
To lift us to our crown;
May walk the air, the seas;
Lights up all mysteries;
Humanity's close bond;
Dream of our dreams beyond.
Now are we His, and all is well. Amen.
O knit my thankful heart to Thee And reign with-out
Thine wholly, Thine a - lone, I am, Be Thou a - lone my constant flame. A-men.
Tr JOHN WESLEY