Submitting yourself wholly unto his will.

THE CHILD.

J. Newton

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UIET, Lord, my froward heart,
Make me teachable and mild,
Upright, simple, free from art,
Make me as a weanèd child:
From distrust and envy free,
Pleased with all that pleases Thee.

What Thou shalt to-day provide
Let me as a child receive;
What to-morrow may betide
Calmly to Thy wisdom leave:
'Tis enough that Thou wilt care,
Why should I the burden bear?

As a little child relies

On a care beyond its own;
Knows he's neither strong nor wise-
Fears to stir a step alone-

Let me thus with Thee abide,

As my Father, Guard, and Guide.

Thus preserved from Satan's wiles,
Safe from dangers, free from fears,
May I live upon Thy smiles,
Till the promised hour appears,
When the sons of God shall prove
All their Father's boundless love.

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Submitting yourself wholly unto His will.

THE RESIGNATION.

J. Norris.

ONG have I viewed, long have I thought,

And held with trembling hand this bitter draught:

'Twas now just to my lips applied;

Nature shrank in, and all my courage died,—

But now resolv'd and firm I'll be,

Since, Lord, 'tis mingled and reach'd out by Thee.
Since 'tis Thy sentence I should part
With the most precious treasure of my heart,
I freely that and more resign;

My heart itself, as its delight, is Thine;

My little all I give to Thee

Thou gavest a greater gift, Thy Son, to me.
He left true bliss and joys above,
Himself He emptied of all good, but love;
For me He freely did forsake

More good than He from me can ever take,
A mortal life for a divine

He took, and did at last even that resign.

Take all, great God; I will not grieve;
But still will wish that I had still to give.
I hear Thy voice; Thou bidd'st me quit
My paradise-I bless and do submit.

I will not murmur at Thy word,

Nor beg Thy angel to sheath up his sword.

It shall turn to your profit, and help you forward in the right way that leadeth unto everlasting life.

SAV

AVIOUR! beneath Thy yoke
My wayward heart doth pine,

All unaccustomed to the stroke

Of love divine:

Thy chastisements, my God, are hard to bear, Thy cross is heavy for frail flesh to wear.

"Perishing child of clay!

Thy sighing I have heard;

Long have I marked thy evil way
How thou hast erred;

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Yet fear not by My own most holy Name
I will shed healing through thy sin-sick frame."

Praise to Thee, gracious Lord!

I fain would be at rest,
O now fulfil Thy faithful word,
And make me blest:

My soul would lay her heavy burden down,
And take with joyfulness the promised crown.

"Stay, thou short-sighted child!
There is much first to do;

Thy heart so long by sin defiled,
I must renew:

Thy will must here be taught to bend to mine,
Or the sweet peace of Heaven can ne'er be thine."

Yea, Lord, but Thou can'st soon

Perfect Thy work in me,

Till, like the pure calm summer moon,
I shine by Thee;

A moment shine, that all Thy power may trace,
Then pass in stillness to my heavenly place.

66 Ah, coward soul! confess

Thou shrinkest from My cure,

Thou tremblest at the sharp distress
Thou must endure;

The foes on every hand for war arrayed;
The thorny path in tribulation laid;

"The process slow of years,
The discipline of life,—

Of outward woes and secret tears,
Sickness and strife,—

The idols taken from thee one by one,
Till thou canst dare to live with Me alone.

"Some gentle souls there are

Who yield unto My love,

Who, ripening fast beneath My care,

I soon remove;

But thou stiff-necked art and hard to rule,
Thou must stay longer in affliction's school."

My Maker and my King!

Is this Thy love to me?
O that I had the lightning's wing
From earth to flee,-

How can I bear the heavy weight of woes
Thine indignation on Thy creature throws ?

"Thou canst not, O my child,
So hear My voice again—
I will bear all thy anguish wild,
Thy grief-thy pain;

My arms shall be around thee day by day,
My smile shall cheer thee on thy heavenward way.

"In sickness I will be

Watching beside thy bed,

In sorrow thou shalt lean on Me

Thy aching head,

In every struggle thou shalt conqueror prove,
Nor death itself shall sever from My love."

O grace beyond compare!

O love most high and pure!
Saviour begin, no longer spare—-
I can endure :

Only vouchsafe Thy grace that I may live
Unto Thy glory who canst so forgive.