2 Why should I shrink at thy command
Whose love forbids my fears,
Or tremble at the gracious hand
That wipes away my tears?
3 No, let me rather freely yield
What most I prize to thee;
Who never hast a good withheld,
Or wilt withhold from me.
4 Thy favour all my journey thro',
Thou art engag'd to grant;
What else I want, or think I do,
'Tis better still to want.
5 Wisdom and mercy, guide my way,
Shall I resist them both?
A poor blind creature of a day,
And crush'd before the moth!
6 But ah! my inward spirit cries,
Still bind me to thy sway;
Else the next cloud that veils my skies,
Drives all these thoughts away.
HYMN CLXIV. C. M.
Filial Submission, Heb. xii. 7.
1 AND can my heart aspire so high,
say,
My Father, God!"
Lord, at thy feet 1 fain would lie,
And learn to kiss the rod.
2 I would submit to all thy will,
For thou art good and wise;
Let every anxious thought be still,
Nor one faint murmur rise.
3 Thy love can cheer the darksome gloom
And bid me wait serene;
Till hopes and joys immortal bloom
And brighten all the scene.
4"My Father"-O permit my heart
To plead her humble claim,
And ask the bliss those words impart,
In my Redeemer's name.
HYMN CLXV. C. M.
It is the Lord-let him do what seemest him good, 1 Sam. iii. 18.
1 IT is the Lord-enthron'd in light,
Whose claims are all divine;
Who has an undisputed right
To govern me and mine.
2 It is the Lord-should I distrust,
Or contradict his will?
Who cannot do but what is just,
And must be righteous still.
3 It is the Lord who gives me all
My wealth, my friends, my ease!
And of his bounties may recal!
Whatever part he please
4 It is the Lord who can sustain,
Beneath the heaviest load
From whom assistance I obtain
To tread the thorny road.
5 It is the Lord-whose matchless skill
Can from afflictions raise
Matter, eternity to fill
With ever growing praise.
6 It is the Lord-my cov❜nant God,
Thrice blessed be his name!
Whose gracious promise seal'd with blood,
Must ever be the same.
7 His cov❜nant will my soul defend,
Should nature's self expire;
And the great judge of all descend
In awful flames of fire.
8 And can my soul with hopes like these
Be sullen, or repine?
No gracious God, take what thou please,
To thee I ALL resign.
HYMN CLXVI. C. M.
Self-denial, Mark viii. 54. Luke ix. 23.
ND must I part with all I have,
My dearest Lord, for thee,
It is but right, since thou hast done
Much more than this for me.
2 Yes, let it go-one look from thee
Will more than make amends,
For all the losses I sustain,
Of credit, riches, friends.
3 Ten thousand worlds, ten thousand lives,
How worthless they appear
Compar'd with thee, supremely good,
Divinely bright and fair!
4 Saviour of souls, could I from thee
A single smile obtain,
Tho' destitute of all things else,
I'd glory in my gain.
HYMN CLXVII. C. M.
Encouragement to trust and love God,
HRO' all the changing scenes of life,
In trouble and in joy,
The praises of my God shall still
My heart and tongue employ.
2 Of his deliv'rance I will boast,
Till all who are distrest,
From my example comfort take,
And charm their griefs to rest.
3 The hosts of God encamp around.
The dwellings of the just:
Protection he affords to all
4 O make but trial of his love,
Experience will decide,
How blest are they, and only they,
Who in his truth confide.
5 Fear him, ye saints, and you will then
Have nothing else to fear:
Make you his service your delight;
Your wants shall be his care.
6 While hungry lions lack their prey,
The Lord will food provide
For such as put their trust in him,
And see their need supply'd.
HYMN CLXVIII. C. M.
Holy zeal and diligence.
WHILE carnal men, with all their might
Earth's vanities pursue,
How slow th' advances which I make,
With heav'n itself in view;
2 Inspire my soul with holy zeal;
Great God, my love inflame;
Religion, without zeal and love,
Is but an empty name.
3 To gain the top of Zion's hill,
May I with fervour strive;
And all these pow'rs employ for thee
Which I from thee derive?
1 AND me
ND will th' eternal King
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