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WHAT is the world to me,

And all its vaunted pleasure, When Thou, and Thou alone,

Lord Jesus, art my treasure! Thou only, dearest Lord,

My soul's delight shalt be, Thou art my peace, my restWhat is the world to me!

2 The world is like the smoke,
A fleeting exhalation,
A shadow faint and dim
Of very short duration;
My Jesus doth abide,

Though all things fade and flee;
My everlasting Rock—

What is the world to me!

3 The world strives to be praised And honored by the mighty, Nor will at all reflect

How frail they are and flighty;

But what I glory in

Above all things, is He,

My Jesus, He alone

What is the world to me!

4 The world seeks after wealth, And unto Mammon offers

Its all, content if gold

Is hoarded in its coffers;

I know a higher good,

Which e'er my joy shall be;

My Jesus is my Wealth

What is the world to me!

5 The world is sorely grieved, If ever it is slighted,

As though an enemy

Its honor would have blighted;
Christ, I bear Thy reproach,
While thus it pleaseth Thee!
I'm honored by my Lord-
What is the world to me!

6 The world cannot extol

Too highly sinful pleasures, And foolishly resigns

For them the heavenly treasures. Let others love the world, To please their vanity: I love the Lord, my GodWhat is the world to me!

7 What is the world to me,
It rapidly must vanish;
With all its gorgeous pomp
Pale death it cannot banish;
Its riches pass away,

And all its joys must flee,
But Jesus doth abide-

What is the world to me!

8 What is the world to me! My Jesus is my Treasure,

My Life, my Wealth, my All,

My Friend, my Love, my Pleasure,

My heavenly Happiness

And Bliss eternally;

Once more, then, I would say,

What is the world to me!

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8,8,8,4

MY God, my Father, while I stray
Far from my home, on life's rough way,
O teach me from my heart to say,
Thy will be done!

2 Though dark my path, and sad my lot,
Let me be still and murmur not.
Or breathe the prayer divinely taught,
Thy will be done!

3 What though in lonely grief I sigh
For friends beloved, no longer nigh;
Submissive still would I reply,
Thy will be done!

4 Though Thou hast called me to resign
What most I prized, it ne'er was mine;
I have but yielded what was Thine :
Thy will be done!

5 Should grief or sickness waste away
My life in premature decay,
My Father, still I strive to say,
Thy will be done!

6 Let but my fainting heart be blest
With Thy sweet Spirit for its guest,
My God, to Thee I leave the rest:
Thy will be done!

7 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!

8 Then, when on earth I breathe no more, The prayer oft mixed with tears before, I'll sing upon a happier shore,

Thy will be done!

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MY Jesus, as Thou wilt!

O may Thy will be mine;
Into Thy hand of love

I would my all resign.
Through sorrow, or through joy,
Conduct me as Thine own;
And help me still to say,

My Lord, Thy will be done.

2 My Jesus, as Thou wilt!
If needy here and poor,
Give me Thy people's bread,
Their portion rich and sure.
The manna of Thy word
Let my soul feed upon;
And if all else should fail,

My Lord, Thy will be done.

3 My Jesus, as Thou wilt!

Though seen through many a tear,

Let not my star of hope

Grow dim or disappear,
Since Thou on earth hast wept
And sorrowed oft alone,
If I must weep with Thee,
My Lord, Thy will be done.

4 My Jesus, as Thou wilt!

All shall be well for me;
Each changing future scene
I gladly trust with Thee.
Straight to my home above
I travel calmly on,
And sing, in life or death,

My Lord, Thy will be done.

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BLEST be Thy love, dear Lord,
That taught us this sweet way,.
Only to love Thee for Thyself,
And for that love obey.

2 O Thou, our soul's chief hope,
We to Thy mercy fly;

Where'er we are Thou canst protect,
Whate'er we need, supply,

3 Whether we sleep or wake,
To Thee we both resign;
The darkest night is as the day,
If Thy light on us shine.

4 Whether we live or die,

Both we submit to Thee;

In death we live, as well as life,
If Thine in death we be.

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O LORD, my best desire fulfil,
And help me to resign

C. M.

Life, health, and comfort to Thy will,
And make Thy pleasure mine.

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, rather let me freely yield
What most I prize to Thee,
Who never hast a good withheld,
Nor wilt withhold, from me.

4 Thy favor, all my journey through,
Thou art engaged to grant:

What else I want, or think I do, "Tis better still to want.