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6. Then do not seek with anxious care,
What ye shall eat, or drink, or wear ;
He knows that all these things you need. 7. Without reserve give Christ your heart ;
Let him his righteousness impart;
Hymn 150. C.M. 1.
COT from the dust affliction grows,
Nor troubles rise by chance : Yet we are born to cares and woes;
A sad inheritance ! 2. As sparks break out from burning coals,
And still are upwards borne : So grief is rooted in our souls,
And man grows up to mourn.
And trust his promis'd grace ;
Of love and righteousness.
Shall spoil my future peace ; For death and hell can do no more
Than what my Father please.
Hymn 151. L. M.
In all things I do so abound;
The servant is above his Lord! 2. Inur'd to poverty and pain
A suff'ring life my Master led; The Son of God, the Son of Man,
He had not where to lay his head,
3. But lo! a place he hath prepar'd
For me whom watchful angels keep :
He smooths my bed, and gives me sleep. 4. Jesus protects; my fears be gone :
What can the Rock of Ages move ?
Thine everlasting arms of love. 5. While thou art intimately nigh,
Who, who shall violate my rest?
I lean upon my Saviour's breast.
My griefs expire, my troubles cease ;
Wilt keep me sti n perfect peace.
Hymn 152, P. M. 1. ·:
HE Lord my pasture shall prepare,
And teed me with a
And all my midnight hours defend. 2. When on the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant,
Amid the verdant landskape flow. '
With gloomy horrors overspread,
4. Though in a bare and rugged way,
Through devious lonely wilds I stray,
Hymn 153. L. u.
Fear shall in me no more have place ; My Saviour doth not yet appear,
He hides the brightness of his face: But shall I therefore let him go,
And basely to the tempter yield? No, in the strength of Jesus, no,
I never will give up my shield. 2. Although the vine its fruits deny ;
Although the olive yield no oil;
The fields elude the tiller's toil;
And perish all the bleating race : Yet will I triumph in the Lord,
The God of my salvation praisc. 3. Barren although my soul remain,
And no one bud of grace appear ;
But sin, and only sin is here ;
My blooming hopes cut off I see ;
And glory that he dy'd for me. 4. In hope believing against hope,
Jesus, my Lord, my God, I claim, Jesus, my strength, shall lift me up:
Salvation is in Jesu's name;
To me he soon shall bring it nigh,
My soul shall then out-strip the wind; On wings of love mount up on high,
And leave the world and sin behind.
* M Thine, wholly thine, I long to be;
Hymn 154. P. M.
From the German. 1.
, Thine, wholly thine, I long to be ; Thou seest, at last, I willing am,
Where'er thou go'st to follow thee ;
Thine, wholly thine, to live and die. 2. Whate'er my sinful flesh requires,
For thee I cheerfully forego;
My hopes of happiness below,
thirst for creature good. 3. Pleasure, and wealth, and praise, no more,
Shall lead my captive soul astray ; My vain pursuits I all give o’er,
Thee, only thee, resolvid to obey : Myself in all things to resign,
And know no other will but thine. 4. All pow'r is thine in earth and heav'n;
All fulness dwells in thee alone ; What’er I have was freely giv'n ;
Nothing but sin I call my own; My only trust is in thy name;
Thou only art the great I AM. 5. Wherefore to thee I all resign;
Wisdom thou art, and Love, and pow'r : Thy only will be done, not mine!
Thee, Lord, let earth and heav'n adore ! Back flow the rivers to the sea, And so our all be lost in thee!
Hymn 155. L. M. 1. CHOU Lamb of God, thou Prince of Peace,
For thee my thirsty soul doth pine ! My longing heart implores thy grace:
Omake me in thy likeness shine ! 2. With fraudless, even, humble mind
Thy will in all things may I see ! In love be ev'ry wish resign’d,
And hallow'd my whole heart to thee. 3. When pain o'er my weak ffesh prevails,
With lamb-like patience arm my breast ; When grief my wounded soul assails,
In lowly meekness may I rest. 4. Close by thy side still may I keep,
Howe'er life's various currents flow; With stedfast eye mark ev'ry step,
And follow thee where'er thou go. 5. Thou, Lord, the dreadful fight hast won;
Alone thou hast the wine-press trod ; In me thy strength’ning grace be shown :
O may I conquer through thy blood ! 6. So, when on Sion thou shalt stand,
And all heav'ns hosts adore their King, Shall I be found at thy right hand,
And free from pain thy glories sing.
Hymn 156. L. M. 1. TESUS, the weary wand'rer's rest, J
Give thine easy yoke to bear; With stedfast patience arm my breast,
With spotless love, and lowly fear. 2. Thankful I take the cup from thee,
Prepar'd and mingled by thy skill; Though bitter to the taste it be,
Pow'rful the wounded soul to heal.