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German, 1656

Why art thou cast down, my soul? O what mean thy sighs and sad-ness?

Trust in Him who makes thee whole, And thy griefs can turn to glad-ness,

Often in

the dark-est hour He reveals His love and power.

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 If Thou hast called me to resign
What most I prize, it ne'er was mine;
I only yield Thee what is Thine:
"Thy will be done!"

5 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!"

6 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!"

7 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!"

Charlotte Elliott, 1834

2 But they who have always resisted His grace
And on their own virtue depended,

Shall then be condemned and cast out from His face,
Eternally lost and unfriended.

Have mercy upon us, O Jesus!

3 O may we all hear when our Shepherd doth call,
In accents persuasive and tender,

That while there is time we make haste one and all
And find Him, our mighty defender.

Have mercy upon us, O Jesus!

4 O that we the throng of the ransomed may swell,
To whom He hath granted remission.
God graciously make us in heaven to dwell,
And save us from endless perdition.
Have mercy upon us, O Jesus!

5 God grant that I may of His infinite love
Remain in His merciful keeping;
And sit with the King at His table above,
When here in the grave I am sleeping.
Have mercy upon us, O Jesus!

6 All trials are then like a dream that is past,
Forgotten all trouble and sorrow;

All questions and doubts have been answered at last;
Then dawneth eternity's morrow.

Have mercy upon us, O Jesus!

7 The heavens shall ring with an anthem more grand
Than ever on earth was recorded;

The blest of the Lord shall receive at His hand
The crown to the victors awarded.

Have mercy upon us, O Jesus!

M. B. Landstad 1861

Stirred the fire of Thy fierce wrath: Holy and gra-cious God!