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3 Full many a throb of grief and pain
4 Thy various messengers employ;
Prayer for Religious Principle.
2 Assist us, Lord! to act, to be,
3 Our moral freedom to maintain,
The narrow view, the selfish aim;
5 O Father! grace and virtue grant;
For a Christian Spirit.
1 FATHER, I know that all my life.
The changes that must surely come
I ask thee for the present mind,
I ask thee for à thankful love,
3 I would not have the restless will,
Seeking for some great thing to do,
I would be dealt with as a child,
4 Wherever in the world I am,
I would have fellowship with hearts
A work of holy love to do,
"It is good for me to have been afflicted."
1 FOR what shall I praise thee, my God and my King? For what blessings the tribute of gratitude bring?
Shall I praise thee for pleasure, for health, and for
For the spring of delight, and the sunshine of peace?
2 Shall I praise thee for flowers that bloomed on my breast,
For joys in perspective, and pleasures possessed? For the spirits that heightened my day of delight, And the slumbers that sat on my pillow by night?
3 For this should I praise thee; but, if only for this, I should leave half untold the donation of bliss: I thank thee for sickness, for sorrow, for care, For the thorns I have gathered, the anguish I bear;
4 For nights of anxiety, watchings, and tears, A present of pain, a perspective of fears.
I praise thee, I bless thee, my King and my God, For the good and the evil thy hand hath bestowed.
5 The flowers were sweet, but their fragrance is flown,
They yielded no fruits, they are withered and gone; The thorn it was poignant, but precious to me,'T was the message of mercy, it led me to thee.
For Christian Principles.
1 My God, my strength, my hope,
Give me on thee to wait, Till I can all things do; On thee, almighty to create, Almighty to renew.
2 I want a sober mind,
To hardship, grief, and loss, Bold to take up, firm to sustain, The consecrated cross.
3 I want a godly fear,
4 I want a true regard,
5 I rest upon thy word;
But let me still abide,
Our Daily Bread.
1 DAY by day the manna fell:
2" Day by day," the promise reads;
3 Lord! my times are in thy hand; All my sanguine hopes have planned To thy wisdom I resign,
And would make thy purpose mine.
4 Thou my daily task shalt give:
5 O to live exempt from care,