2 In thine all-gracious providence 3 And since, by passion's force subdued, 4 Not what we wish, but what we want, Let mercy still supply; The good unasked, O Father, grant; 399 L. M. Trust and Submission. NORTON. 1 MY God, I thank thee; may no thought E'er deem thy chastisements severe; But may this heart, by sorrow taught, Calm each wild wish, each idle fear. 2 Thy mercy bids all nature bloom; The sun shines bright, and man is gay; Thine equal mercy spreads the gloom That darkens o'er his little day. 3 Full many a throb of grief and pain Thy frail and erring child must know; But not one prayer is breathed in vain, Nor does one tear unheeded flow. 4 Thy various messengers employ; 1 O LORD, my best desire fulfil, And help me to resign COWPER. Life, health, and comfort to thy will, 2 Why should I shrink at thy command, 3 No, rather let me freely yield 4 Wisdom and mercy guide my way; A poor, blind creature of a day, And crushed before the moth! 5 But, ah! my inward spirit cries, Else the next cloud that veils the skies 401 C. M. TOPLADY'S COL. Habitual Resignation. 1 WITH God my Friend, the radiant sun Each object smiles; all nature charms; 2 Good when he gives, supremely good, 3 I cannot doubt his bounteous love, 402 L. M. God dwells with the Humble and Penitent. WATTS. 1 THUS saith the high and lofty One: 2 "But I descend to worlds below; 3 "The humble soul my words revive; 4 O, may thy pardoning grace be nigh, 318 1 LO, from the everlasting skies, WATTS. 2 How sweet the voice of pardon sounds! 404 S. M. WATTS. Forgiveness of Sin on Confession. Ps. 32. 1 O, BLESSED souls are they Whose sins are covered o'er! 2 They mourn their follies past, 3 While I concealed my guilt, 4 Let sinners learn to pray; Let saints keep near the throne; 1 THE Lord will happiness divine On contrite hearts bestow; COWPER. Then tell me, gracious God, is mine 2 My best desires are faint and few; But when I cry, "My strength renew!" 3 0, make this heart rejoice or ache; 406 C. M. Complaining of spiritual Sloth. WATTS. 1 MY drowsy powers, why sleep ye so? 2 The little ants, for one poor grain, Yet we, who have a heaven to obtain, 3 We, for whose sake all nature stands, And stars their counsels move; We, for whose guard the angel bands Come flying from above! |