Whate'er I feel, Still let me bring This offering, And to him kneel. Though I lose friends and wealth, Which would destroy Though human help depart, Let no disease Cause me to cease Though sin would make me doubt, And fill my soul with fears, Though God seems to shut out My daily cries and tears: By no such frost Of sad delays, Let thy sweet praise Be nipped and lost. Away, distrustful care! I have thy oath and word. Shall see thy face, And there thy grace Though sin and death conspire Still towards thee I'll aspire, And thou dull hearts canst raise. Open thy door; And when grim death Shall stop this breath, I'll praise thee more. With thy triumphant flock Built on th' eternal rock, His glory we shall see. The sun is but a spark From the eternal light: There the whole choir, With one accord, Shall praise the Lord For evermore. Perseverance. My soul, be on thy guard, O watch, and fight, and pray; Ne'er think the victory won, The work of faith will not be done Then persevere till death Shall bring thee to thy God; He'll take thee, at thy parting breath, To his divine abode. 2 Prayer Answered by Crosses I ASKED the Lord that I might grow 'Twas he who taught me thus to pray, As almost drove me to despair. I hoped that in some favoured hour Instead of this, he made me feel Yea, more with his own hand he seemed Crossed all the fair designs I schemed, "Lord, why is this?" I trembling cried, "Tis in this way," the Lord replied. "I answer prayer for grace and faith. "These inward trials I employ, From self and pride to set thee free, And break thy schemes of earthly joy, That thou may'st seek thy all in me." "Thy Will be one." My God, my Father, while I stray "Thy will be done." Though dark my path, and sad my lot, What though in lonely grief I sigh "Thy will be done." If thou shouldst call me to resign Should pining sickness waste away My Father! still I strive to say, "Thy will be done." |