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3 Full many a throb of grief and pain
Thy frail and erring child must know:
Nor does one tear unheeded flow. 4 Thy various messengers employ;
Thy purposes of love fulfil;
552. HENRY MOORE.
Prayer for Religious Principle. i SUPREME and universal Light!
Fountain of reason! Judge of right!
Which from thy breathing spirit came. 3 Our moral freedom to maintain,
Bid passion serve, and reason reign,
Of this world's varying good or ill. 4 May our expanded souls disclaim
The narrow view, the selfish aim;
Whate'er is friendly to our race.
No more we wish, no more we want:
below - is bliss above.
Is portioned out to me;
I do not fear to see ;
Intent on pleasing thee.
Through constant watching wise,
And wipe the weeping eyes;
To soothe and sympathize.
That hurries to and fro,
Or secret thing to know;
And guided where to go.
In whatsoe’er estate,
To keep and cultivate;
For Him on whom I wait.
12s. M. 554. ANONYMOUS
“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
ease, 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 :
4 For nights of anxiety, watchings, and tears,
A present of pain, a perspective of fears.
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
it led me to thee.
For Christian Principles.
1 My God, my strength, my hope,
On thee I cast my care,
And know thou hear'st my prayer.
Give me on thee to wait,
Till I can all things do ; On thee, almighty to create,
Almighty to renew.
A self-renouncing will,
The baits of pleasing ill;
To hardship, grief, and loss,
The consecrated cross. 3 I want a godly fear,
A quick discerning eye,
And sees the tempter fly;
And armed with jealous care,
And watching unto prayer. 4. I want a true regard,
A single, steady aim,
To thee and thy great name;
For thine immortal praise ;
And glorify thy grace. 5 I rest upon thy word;
The promise is for me:
Shall surely come from thee :
But let me still abide,
Nor from my hope remove, Till thou my patient spirit guide
Into thy perfect love.
Our Daily Bread.
1 Day by day the manna fell:
O to learn this lesson well!
Day by day,” the promise reads;
Take the manna of to-day. 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 : Day by day to thee I live; So'shall added years fulfil,
Not my own, my Father's will. 5 O to live exempt from care,
By the energy of prayer;