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AND can my heart aspire so high,
2 I would submit to all thy will,
3 Thy love can cheer the darksome gloom, Ånd bid me wait serene;
Till hopes and joys immortal bloom,
4 My Father!-oh! permit my heart
MY God-my Father-blissful name!-
2 This only can my fears control,
3 Whate'er thy holy will denies,
4 Whate'er thy sacred will ordains, Oh! give me strength to bear;
And let me know
Safety of trusting in God.
WHEN God revealed his gracious name,
2 The world beheld the glorious change,
My tongue broke out in unknown strains,
3 Great is the work!-my neighbors cried,
4 The Lord can clear the darkest skies,
5 Let those that sow in sadness wait
Trust in God.
YOUR harps, ye trembling saints,
2 When we in darkness walk, Nor feel the heavenly flame;
Then will we trust our gracious God,
3 Blest is the man, O God,
That stays himself on thee !Who waits for thy salvation, Lord, Shall thy salvation see.
The Gospel exemplified in the Conduct.
3 Our flesh and sense must be denied,
4 Religion bears our spirits up,
Death to Sin by the Cross of Christ.
SHALL we go on to sin,
Because thy grace abounds,
And open all his wounds?
That we, whose sins are crucified,
3 We will be slaves no more,
Since Christ has made us free,
Living to Christ.
MY gracious Lord, I own thy right To every service I can pay, And call it my supreme delight, To hear thy dictates and obey. 2 What is my being, but for theeIts sure support-its noblest end? 'Tis my delight thy face to see,
And serve the cause of such a friend. 3 I would not breathe for worldly joy, Or to increase my worldly good; Nor future days nor powers employ
To spread a sounding name abroad. 4 "Tis to my Saviour I would live;
To him, who for my ransom died;
Such bliss as crowns me at his side.
5 His work my hoary age shall bless,
When youthful vigor is no more;
The vigilant Servant.
YE servants of the Lord,
With joy obey his heavenly word,
2 Let all your lamps be bright,
3 Watch!-'tis your Lord's command;
4 Oh happy servant he,
In such a posture found!
God the Author of Mercies and Afflictions.
Forbid my unbelief to say
2 Oh! may I, Lord, desire the pain
3 Then, though thou bend my spirit low,
The gracious hand, that strikes the blow,
SINCE all the varying scenes of time