3 Ah! were I buffeted all day,

Mock'd, crown'd with thorns, and spit upon; I yet should have no right to say, My great distress is mine alone.

4 Let me not angrily declare

No pain was ever sharp like mine;
Nor murmur at the cross I bear,

But rather weep, remembering thine.
394.

L.M.-" Despise not thou the chastening of the Lord, nor faint when thou art rebuked of him." Heb. xii. 5.

1 CHASTIS D by an indulgent God,
I would the kind chastisement feel,
But never faint beneath the rod,
Nor desperate, nor insensible.
2 From each extreme divinely kept,
The trouble coming from above,
I would with thankful awe accept,
And bless, with tears, my Father's love.

395.

C.M.-"It is the LORD-let him do what seemeth him good." 1 Sam. iii. 18.

1 IT is the Lord- enthron'd in light,
Whose claims are all divine;
Who has an undisputed right,
To govern me and mine.

2 It is the Lord-should I distrust,
Or contradict his will,

Who cannot do but what is just,
And must be righteous still?
3 It is the Lord who gives me all,
My wealth, my friends, my ease;
And of his bounties, may recall
Whatever part he please.

4 It is the Lord -- who can sustain
Beneath the heaviest load;
From whom assistance I obtain
To tread the thorny road.

5 It is the Lord whose matchless skill Can, from afflictions, raise Blessings, eternity to fill

With ever-growing praise.

6 It is the Lord-my covenant God, Thrice blessed be his name;

Whose gracious promise, seal'd with blood, Must ever be the same.

7 His covenant will my soul defend
Should Nature's self expire,

And the great judge of all descend
In awful flames of fire.

8 Can I with hopes so firmly built,
Be sullen or repine?

No, gracious God, take what thou wilt,
To thee I ALL resign.

396.

C.M.-Resignation; or God our Portion.

1 MY times of sorrow and of joy,
Great God are in thy hand;
My choicest comforts come from thee,
And go at thy command.

2 If thou should'st take them all away,
Yet would I not repine;
Before they were possess'd by me,
They were entirely thine.

3 Nor would I drop a murmuring word,
Though the whole world were gone,
But seek enduring happiness

In thee, and thee alone.

4 What is the world, with all its store?
"Tis but a bitter sweet:

When I attempt to pluck the rose,
A pricking thorn I meet.

5 Here perfect bliss can ne'er be found, The honey's mix'd with gall;

'Midst changing scenes and dying friends, Be thou my All in All.

397.

C.M.-Desiring Resignation and Thankfulness.
1 FATHER, whate'er of earthly bliss
Thy sovereign hand denies,
Accepted at the throne of grace,
Let this petition rise;

2 Give me a calm, a thankful heart,
From every murmur free;

The blessings of thy grace impart,
And let me live to thee.

3 Let the sweet hope that thou art mine,
My path of life attend;

Thy presence through my journey shine, And bless my journey's end.

398.

C.M.-Submission.

1 O LORD, my best desire fulfil,
And help me to resign

Life, health, and comfort to thy will,
And make thy pleasure mine.

2 Why should I shrink at thy command,
Whose love forbids my fears?

Or tremble at thy gracious hand
That wipes away my tears?
3 No, let me rather freely yield
What most I prize to thee,
Who never hast a good withheld,
Or wilt withhold from me.

4 Thy favour all my journey through,
Thou art engag'd to grant;

What else I want, or think I do, "Tis better still to want.

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5 Wisdom and mercy guide my way,
Shall I resist them both?
A poor blind creature of a day,
And crush'd before the moth!
6 But ah! my inward spirit cries,
Still bind me to thy sway;

Else the next cloud that veils my skies,
Drives all these thoughts away.

399.

C.M.-Filial Submission. Heb. xii. 7.

1 AND can my heart aspire so high,

To say,
"My Father God!"
Lord, at thy feet I fain would lie,
And learn to kiss the rod.

2 I would submit to all thy will,
For thou art good and wise;
Let every anxious thought be still,
Nor one faint murmur rise.

3 Thy love can cheer the darksome gloom,
Ånd bid me wait serene;
Till hopes and joys immortal bloom,
And brighten all the scene.

4 My Father! O permit my heart
To plead her humble claim,
And ask the bliss those words impart,
In my Redeemer's name.

400.

L.M.-Social Prayer.

1 WHERE two or three with sweet accord, Obedient to their sovereign Lord,

Meet to recount his acts of grace,
And offer solemn prayer and praise:
There," says the Saviour," will I be
"Amid this little company;

2"

"To them unveil my smiling face,
"And shed my glories round the place."

3 We meet at thy command, dear Lord,
Relying on thy faithful word;
Now send thy Spirit from above,
And fill our hearts with heavenly love.

401.

C.M.—Paraphrase on the Lord's Prayer. Matt. vi. 9-13.

1 FATHER of all, we bow to thee
Who dwell'st in heaven ador'd,

But present still, through all thy works,
The universal Lord.

2 For ever hallow'd be thy name
By all beneath the skies;

And may thy kingdom still advance,
Till grace to glory rise.

3 A grateful homage may we yield,
With hearts resign'd to thee;
And as in heaven thy will is done,
On earth so let it be.

4 From day to day we humbly own
The hand that feeds us still;

Give us our bread, and teach to rest
Contented in thy will.

5 Our sins before thee we confess,
O may they be forgiven;
As mercy we to others shew,
We mercy beg from heaven.

6 Still let thy grace our life direct;
From evil guard our way;

And in temptation's fatal path
Permit us not to stray.

7 For thine's the power, the kingdom thine, All glory's due to thee;

Thine from eternity they were,
And thine shall ever be.

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