3 Now I see, whate'er betide,
All is well if Christ be mine;
He has promis'd to provide,
I have only to resign.

4 When a sense of sin and thrall
Forc'd me to the sinner's Friend,
He engag'd to manage all,

By the way and to the end.

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5 Cast," he said, "on me thy care,* ""Tis enough that I am nigh;

"I will all thy burdens bear, "I will all thy wants supply. 6 "Simply follow as I lead, "Do not reason but believe e; "Call on me in the time of need, "Thou shalt surely help receive."

7 Lord, I would, I do submit,
Gladly yield my all to thee;
What thy wisdom sees most fit,
Must be, surely, best for me.

8 Only when the way is rough,
And the coward flesh would start,
Let thy promise and thy love
Cheer and animate my heart.

LVI. Humiliation and Praise.

Imitated from the German.

1 WHEN the wounded spirit hears
The voice of Jesus' blood,

How the message stops the tears
Which else in vain had flow'd:

Psal. lv. 22.; 1 Pet. v. 7

Pardon, grace, and peace proclaim'd,
And the sinner call'd a child;
Then the stubborn heart is tam'd,
Renew'd and reconcil'd.

2 Oh! 'twas grace indeed, to spare
And save a wretch like me!
Men or angels could not bear
What I have offer'd thee;

Were thy bolts at their command,
Hell ere now had been my place;
Thou alone couldst silent stand,
And wait to show thy grace.

3 If in one created mind

The tenderness and love

Of thy saints on earth were join'd,
With all the hosts above;

Still that love were weak and poor,
If compar'd, my Lord, with thine;
Far too scanty to endure

A heart so vile as mine.

4 Wondrous mercy I have found,
But, ah! how faint my praise!
Must I be a cumber-ground,
Unfruitful all my days?

Do I in thy garden grow,
Yet produce thee only leaves!
Lord, forbid it should be so!

The thought my spirit grieves.

5 Heavy charges Satan brings
To fill me with distress;
Let me hide beneath thy wings,
And plead thy righteousness:

Lord, to thee for help I call,
"Tis thy promise bids me come;
Tell him thou hast paid for all,
And that shall strike him dumb.

LVII. C. For the Poor.

1 WHEN Hagar found the bottle spent,
And wept o'er Ishmael;

A message from the Lord was sent
To guide her to a well.*

2 Should not Elijah's cake and cruse †
Convince us at this day,

A gracious God will not refuse
Provisions by the way?

3 His saints and servants shall be fed,
The promise is secure;

"Bread shall be giv'n them," as he said,
"Their water shall be sure."‡

4 Repasts far richer they shall prove,
Than all earth's dainties are;
'Tis sweet to taste a Saviour's love,
Though in the meanest fare.

5 To Jesus then your trouble bring,
Nor murmur at your lot;

While

you are poor, and he is King, You shall not be forgot.

*Gen. xxi. 19. +1 Kings, xvii. 14.

Isa. xxxiii. 16.

LVIII. Home in View.

1 As when the weary trav'ller gains
The height of some o'er-looking hill,
His heart revives, if cross the plains
He eyes his home, though distant still.
2 While he surveys the much-lov'd spot,
He slights the space that lies between;
His past fatigues are now forgot,
Because his journey's end is seen.

3 Thus, when the Christian pilgrim views,
By faith, his mansion in the skies,
The sight his fainting strength renews,
And wings his speed to reach the prize:
4 The thought of home his spirit cheers,
No more he grieves for troubles past;
Nor any future trial fears,

So he may safe arrive at last.*

5 'Tis there, he says, I am to dwell

With Jesus, in the realms of day; :
Then I shall bid my cares farewell,
And he will wipe my tears away.

6 Jesus, on thee our hope depends,
To lead us on to thine abode :
Assur'd our home will make amends
For all our toil while on the road.

Book I. Hymns 4, 7, 9, 11, 25, 35, 36, 39, 41, 46,

47, 48, 70, 95, 128, 132.

Book II. Hymns 45, 46, 47.

* Acts, xx.

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V. DEDICATION AND SURRENDER.

LIX. Old Things are passed away.

1 LET worldly minds the world pursue, It has no charms for me;

Once I admir'd its trifles too,

2 Its pleasures now no longer please,
No more content afford;

Far from my heart be joys like these,
Now I have seen the Lord.

3 As by the light of op'ning day
The stars are all conceal'd;
So earthly pleasures fade away,
When Jesus is reveal'd.

4 Creatures no more divide my choice,
I bid them all depart;

His name, and love, and gracious voice,
Have fix'd my roving heart.

5 Now, Lord, I would be thine alone,
And wholly live to thee;

But may I hope that thou wilt own
A worthless worm like me?

6 Yes! though of sinners I'm the worst, I cannot doubt thy will;

For if thou hadst not lov'd me first,
I had refus'd thee still.*

* Jer. xxxi. 3.