He wrought by weight and measure, 3 Thus wisdom's words discover 4 And could'st Thou be delighted And mystery divine! The voice that speaks in thunder, Says, "Sinner, I am thine." RESIGNATION Cowper. I FATHER! whatever ATHER! whate'er of earthly bliss Accepted at Thy throne of grace 2 Give me a calm, a thankful heart, The blessings of Thy grace impart, 3 Let the sweet hope that Thou art mine, My life and death attend; Thy presence through my journey shine, And crown my journey's end. I Steele. THY WAY-NOT MINE. THY way-not mine, O Lord, However dark it be; Lead me by Thine own hand; Smooth let it be, or rough, 3 I dare not choose my lot; 4 The kingdom that I seek, 5 Take Thou my cup, and it 6 Choose Thou for me my friends, 7 Not mine, not mine the choice, H. Bonar. I EVENING SONG FOR THE SABBATH-DAY. MILLIONS within Thy courts have met, Millions this day before Thee bow'd, Their faces Zion-ward were set, Vows with their lips to Thee they vow'd. 2 But Thou, soul-searching God, hast known The hearts of all that bent the knee, And hast accepted those alone, In spirit and truth that worshipped Thee. 3 People of many a tribe and tongue, Men of strange colours, climates, lands, Sabbath all round the world to keep. 5 From east to west, the sun survey'd From north to south, adoring throngs; And still, where evening stretch'd her shade, The stars came forth to hear their songs. 6 Harmonious as the winds and seas, In halcyon hours, when storms are flown, Arose earth's Babel languages, In pure accordance to Thy throne. 7 Not angel-trumpets sound more clear, Not elders' harps, nor seraphs' lays, Yield sweeter music to Thine ear Than humble prayer and thankful praise. 8 And not a prayer, a tear, a sigh, Hath fail'd this day some suit to gain; 9 Thy poor were bountifully fed, Thy chasten'd sons have kiss'd the rod; Thy mourners have been comforted; The pure in heart have seen their God. 10 Yet one prayer more—and be it one In which both heaven and earth accord; Fulfil Thy promise to Thy Son, I Let all that breathe call Jesus Lord! THE CONTRITE HEART-ISA. LVII. 15. HE Lord will happiness divine Then tell me, gracious God, is mine 2 I hear, but seem to hear in vain, If aught is felt 'tis only pain, 3 I sometimes think myself inclin'd Averse to all that's good. 4 My best desires are faint and few, 5 Thy saints are comforted, I know, 6 Oh! make this heart rejoice or ache; And if it be not broken, break Cowper. I HYMN FOR A SEASON OF SICKNESS. H E who hath all to give is ever near, Therefore, poor pilgrim, be thou of good cheer; Though outward help and succour be denied, The Lord Himself shall for thy wants provide. 2 Though with His saints on earth thou can'st not meet, With Him thou yet mayst hold communion sweet; 3 He knows thy frame, remembers thou art dust; In such a Saviour's love how sweet to trust; His covenanted mercies are secure, His faithful promises shall all endure. |