3 Full many a throb of grief and pain 4 Thy various messengers employ; And mid the wreck of human joy, L. M. 552. HENRY MOORE. Prayer for Religious Principle. 1 SUPREME and universal Light! Fountain of reason! Judge of right! 2 Assist us, Lord! to act, to be, 3 Our moral freedom to maintain, 5 O Father! grace and virtue grant; Is C. M. 553. For a Christian Spirit. ANONYMOUS. 1 FATHER, I know that all my life The changes that must surely come I ask thee for the present mind, 2 I ask thee for a thankful love, 3 I would not have the restless will, Seeking for some great thing to do, 4 Wherever in the world I am, I would have fellowship with hearts To keep and cultivate; A work of holy love to do, 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: 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,'Twas the message mercy, - it led me to thee. of S. M. 555. WESLEY'S COL. For Christian Principles. 1 My God, my strength, my hope, With humble confidence look up, 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, A self-renouncing will, That tramples down and casts behind The baits of pleasing ill; A soul inured to pain, To hardship, grief, and loss, Bold to take up, firm to sustain, The consecrated cross. 3 I want a godly fear, A quick discerning eye, That looks to thee when sin is near, A spirit still prepared, And armed with jealous care, 4 I want a true regard, 5 I rest upon thy word; The promise is for me: My succor and salvation, Lord, But let me still abide, 7s. M. 556. Conder. 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; And would make thy purpose mine. 4 Thou my daily task shalt give: 5 O to live exempt from care, Strong in faith, with mind subdued, Yet elate with gratitude! |