3 Though to-day we're filled with mourning,
Mercy still is on the throne;
With thy smiles of love returning,
We can sing, thy will be done.

4 By thy hands the boon was given,
Thou hast taken but thine own:
Lord of earth, and God of heaven,
Evermore, thy will be done!

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"Lead thou me on!"

J. H. NEWMAN.

LEAD, kindly Light! amid the encircling gloom,
Lead thou me on;

The night is dark, and I am far from home,
Lead thou me on;

Keep thou my feet; I do not ask to see
The distant scene; one step enough for me.
2 I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou
Shouldst lead me on;

I loved to choose and see my path; but now
Lead thou me on:

I loved the garish day, and spite of fears,
Pride ruled my will. Remember not past years.

3 So long thy power has blessed me, sure it still Will lead me on

O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till
The night is gone;

And with the morn those angel faces smile
Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile!

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Clinging to Christ.

C. ELLIOTT.

O HOLY Saviour! Friend unseen,
Since on thine arm thou bid'st me lean,
Help me, throughout life's changing scene,
By faith to cling to thee!

2 What though the world deceitful prove,
And earthly friends and hopes remove;
With patient, uncomplaining love,
Still would I cling to thee.

3 Though oft I seem to tread alone
Life's dreary waste, with thorns o'ergrown,
Thy voice of love, in gentlest tone,

Still whispers, "Cling to me!"

4 Though faith and hope are often tried,
I ask not, need not, aught beside;
So safe, so calm, so satisfied,

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The soul that clings to thee!

A will resigned.

I ASK not now for gold to gild,

J. G. WHITTIER.

With mocking shine, an aching frame; The yearning of the mind is stilled

I ask not now for fame.

2 But, bowed in lowliness of mind,
I make my humble wishes known;
I only ask a will resigned,

O Father, to thine own.

3 In vain I task my aching brain,
In vain the sage's thoughts I scan;
I only feel how weak I am,

How poor and blind is man.

4 And now my spirit sighs for home,
And longs for light whereby to see;
And, like a weary child, would come,
O Father, unto thee.

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Mark 14: 36.

J. BOWRING.

"THY will be done!" || In devious way
The hurrying stream of | life may | run; ||
Yet still our grateful hearts shall say, |
Thy will be | done."

2 "Thy will be | done!" || If o'er us shine
A gladdening and a prosperous | sun, ||
This prayer will make it more divine-

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Thy will be | done!"

3 "Thy will be | done!" || Tho' shrouded o'er Our path with | gloom, | one comfort-one Is ours:- to breathe, while we adore, | "Thy will be done."

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Thanks for all.

J. CREWDSON.

O THOU, whose bounty fills my cup
With every blessing meet!

I give thee thanks for every drop-
The bitter and the sweet.

2 I praise thee for the desert road,
And for the river-side;

For all thy goodness hath bestowed,
And all thy grace denied.

3

I thank thee for both smile and frown,
And for the gain and loss;

I praise thee for the future crown,

And for the present cross.

4 I thank thee for the wing of love,
Which stirred my worldly nest;
And for the stormy clouds which drove
The flutterer to thy breast.

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5 I bless thee for the glad increase,
And for the waning joy;

And for this strange, this settled peace,
Which nothing can destroy.

ONE prayer I have-all prayers in one-
When I am wholly thine;

Thy will, my God, thy will be done,
And let that will be mine.

2 All-wise, almighty, and all-good,
In thee I firmly trust;
Thy ways, unknown or understood,
Áre merciful and just.

3 May I remember that to thee
Whate'er I have I owe;
And back, in gratitude, from me
May all thy bounties flow.

4 And though thy wisdom takes away,
Shall I arraign thy will?

No, let me bless thy name, and say,
"The Lord is gracious still."

5 A pilgrim through the earth I roam,
Of nothing long possessed;

And all must fail when I go home,
For this is not my rest.

"Sweet to lie passive." A. M. TOPLADY.

WHEN languor and disease invade
This trembling house of clay,
'T is sweet to look beyond my pain,
And long to fly away;—

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2 Sweet to look inward, and attend
The whispers of his love;
Sweet to look upward to the piace
Where Jesus pleads above;-

3 Sweet on his faithfulness to rest,
Whose love can never end;
Sweet on his covenant of grace
For all things to depend ;-

4 Sweet, in the confidence of faith,
To trust his firm decrees;
Sweet to lie passive in his hands,
And know no will but his.

"Glorious things."

J. NEWTON.

GLORIOUS things of thee are spoken,
Zion, city of our God!

He, whose word cannot be broken,
Formed thee for his own abode :
On the Rock of Ages founded,

What can shake thy sure repose?
With salvation's walls surrounded,
Thou may'st smile at all thy foes.

2 See! the streams of living waters,
Springing from eternal love,
Well supply thy sons and daughters,
And all fear of want remove:

Who can faint, while such a river

Ever flows their thirst to assuage?—
Grace, which, like the Lord, the Giver,
Never fails from age to age.