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Let my life be hid in Thee,
When my foes are gathering round •
Covered with Thy panoply,
Safe within Thy holy ground.

Let my life be hid in Thee,
From vexation and annoy;
Calm in Thy tranquillity,

All my mourning turned to joy.

Let my life be hid in Thee;

When my strength and health shall fail, Let Thine immortality

In my dying hour prevail.

Let my life be hid in Thee;
In the world, and yet above;
Hid in Thine eternity,
In the ocean of Thy love.

395.

HIDDEN IN GOD.

7s M.

O THOU Lord of heaven above!
Earth beneath is all Thine own;
In the depths of heavenly love
Let my human heart be sown.

None shall take it thence away;
It is sown for Thy delight:
Thou wilt shine on it by day,
Thou wilt shield it in the night.

Where the silent waters flow,
It shall multiply its root;
It shall blossom, it shall grow,
It shall bear immortal fruit.

Sown in weakness, raised in power,
Sown in suffering, raised in peace,
It shall brave the blighting hour,
In the year of drought increase.

Never hurt by sun or storm,
Blest its every stage shall be,
Dying in its mortal form,
Living evermore in Thee.

396.

FOR INWARD PEACE.

C. M.

O FOR a heart of calm repose
Amid the world's loud roar,
A life that like a river flows
Along a peaceful shore!

Come, Holy Spirit, still my heart
With gentleness divine;
Indwelling peace Thou canst impart,
O, make that blessing mine!

Above these scenes of storm and strife
There spreads a region fair;
Give me to live that higher life,

And breathe that heavenly air!

Come, Holy Spirit, breathe that peace! That victory make me win!

Then shall my soul her conflict cease, And find a heaven within.

397.

THE INNER CALM.

C. M.

CALM me, my God, and keep me calm,
While these hot breezes blow;
Be like the night-dews' cooling balm
Upon earth's fevered brow.

Yes, keep me calm, though loud and rude
The sounds my ear that greet:
Calm in the closet's solitude,

Calm in the bustling street;

Calm in my hour of buoyant health,
Calm in my hour of pain;
Calm in my poverty or wealth,

Calm in my loss or gain;

Calm in the sufferance of wrong,

Like him who bore the shame, Calm 'mid the threatening, taunting throng. Who hate Thy holy name;

Calm as the ray of sun or star

Which storms assail in vain ; Moving unruffled through earth's war, The eternal calm to gain.

398.

FOR RESIGNATION UNDER PAIN.

7s M.

LET my soul beneath her load

Faint not through the o'er-wearied flesh;

Let me hourly drink afresh

Love and peace from Thee, my God!

Let the body's pain and smart
Hinder not my flight to Thee,
Nor the calm Thou givest me;
Keep Thou up the sinking heart.

Help me never to complain,
Make me to Thy will resigned,
With a quiet, humble mind,
Cheerful on the bed of pain.

Suffering is the work now sent;
Nothing can I do but lie
Suffering as the hours go by;
All my powers to this are bent.

Suffering be my gain: I bow
To my Heavenly Father's will,
And receive it hushed and still;
Suffering is my worship now.

399.

FOR CALM TRUST.

C. M.

FATHER, whate'er of earthly bliss
Thy sovereign will denies,
Accepted at Thy throne, let this,
My humble prayer, arise:—

Give me a calm and thankful heart,
From every murmur free ;
The blessings of Thy grace impart,
And make me live to Thee.

Let the sweet hope that Thou art mine
My life and death attend;

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

400.

'THY WILL BE DONE.'
L. M. p.

My God, my Father, while I stray
Far from my home on life's rough way,
O, teach me from my heart to say,

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Thy will, my God, be done!

Though dark my path, and sad my lot,
Let me be still, and murmur not,
But breathe the prayer divinely taught,
Thy will, my God, be done!'

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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, my God, be done!

If but my fainting heart be blest,
With Thy sweet spirit for its guest,
O God! to Thee I leave the rest;
'Thy will, my God, be done!

Renew my will from day to day,
Blend it with Thine, and take away
Whate'er now makes it hard to say,
Thy will, my God, be done!'

401.

FOR SELF-RENUNCIATION.

C. P. M.

O LORD! how happy should I be,
If I could leave my cares to Thee,
If I from self could rest,

And feel at heart that One above,
In perfect wisdom, perfect love,
Is working for the best.

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