FATHER, I know that all my life The changes that will surely come I ask Thee for a present mind, Intent on pleasing Thee. 2 I ask Thee for a thoughtful love, 3 I would not have the restless will That hurries to and fro, Seeking for some great thing to do, NEW CALABAR 7s. Or secret thing to know: I would be treated as a child, 4 I ask Thee for the daily strength, A mind to blend with outward life, If Thou be glorified. 5 And if some things I do not ask Among my blessings be, I'd have my spirit filled the more With grateful love to Thee; Anna Lætitia Waring 1850 J. D. FARRER Christ, of all my hopes the Ground, Christ, the Spring of all my joy,Still in Thee let me be found, Still for Thee my pow'rs [employ. 601 CHRIST, of all my hopes the Ground, Christ, the Spring of all my joy, Still in Thee let me be found, Still for Thee my powers employ. 2 Fountain of o'erflowing grace, Freely from Thy fulness give; Till I close my earthly race, Be it "Christ for me to live." 3 When I touch the blesséd shore, Back the closing waves shall roll; Death's dark stream shall never more Part from Thee my ravished soul. 4 Thus, O thus, an entrance give, To the land of cloudless sky! Having known it "Christ to live," Let me know it "Gain to die." Ralph Wardlaw 1817 JESU PASTOR 8s, 75, 7. J. H. WILCOX 604 JESUS wept! those tears are over, But His heart is still the same; Kinsman, Friend, and Elder Brother, Is His everlasting Name. Saviour, who can love like Thee, 2 When the pangs of trial seize me, 3 Jesus wept! and still in glory, Of the hearts He solaced here. Lord, when I am called to die, John Ross Macduff 1859 605 My God, my Father, while I stray 2 Though dark my path, and sad my lot, "Thy will be done!" 3 If Thou shouldst call me to resign What most I prize,- it ne'er was mine: I only yield Thee what is Thine; "Thy will be done!" So let Thy life our pattern be, And form our souls for Heaven. 2 Help us, through good report and ill, Our daily cross to bear; Like Thee, to do our Father's will, 3 If joy shall at Thy bidding fly, 4 Should friends misjudge, or foes defame, 5 Kept peaceful in the midst of strife, O may we lead the pilgrim's life, John Hampden Gurney 1838 Arr. C. STREATFIELD be Ob 3 224 608 How tender is Thy hand, 2 How gentle was the rod That chastened us for sin: How soon we found a smiling God, Where deep distress had been. 3 A Father's hand we felt, A Father's heart we knew; With tears of penitence we knelt, 5 Now we will bless the Lord, Thomas Hastings 1834 DEAR Refuge of my weary soul, On Thee, when sorrows rise, On Thee, when waves of trouble roll, 2 To Thee I tell each rising grief, 3 But O, when gloomy doubts prevail, The springs of comfort seem to fail, And all my hopes decline. 4 Yet, gracious God, where shall I flee? Thou art my only trust; And still my soul would cleave to Thee, Though prostrate in the dust. 611 O THOU, whose filmed and failing eye, The shameful cross beneath: 2 Remember them, like her, through whom The sword of grief is driven, And O, to cheer their cheerless gloom, 3 Let Thine own word of tenderness Its music shall the lone heart bless, 4 O Son of Mary, Son of God, By Thy blest feet in triumph trod, Our feet are treading still. 5 But not with strength like Thine, we go As Thou wert strengthened in Thy woe, Alexander Ramsay Thompson 1869 |