2 Times of sickness, times of health, Times of penury and wealth— All must come, and last, and end, As shall please my heavenly Friend.
3 O thou gracious, wise and just! In thy hands my life I trust; Have I somewhat dearer still?— I resign it to thy will.
4 Thee at all times will I bless; Having thee, I all possess: Ne’er can I bereavéd be, While I do not part with thee.
920 S. M. As a weaned child. Psalm 131:2.
Quiet, Lord, my froward heart, Make me teachable and mild, Upright, simple, free from art, Make me as a weanéd child; From distrust and envy free, Pleased with all that pleases thee.
2 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?
3 As a little child relies On a care beyond his 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.
921 6s. As thou wilt. Matt. 26:39.
My Jesus, as thou wilt! O may thy will be mine! Into thy hand of love I would my all resign. Through sorrow, or through joy, Conduct me as thine own, And help me still to say, My Lord, thy will be done!
2 My Jesus, as thou wilt! If needy here and poor, Give me thy people’s bread, Their portion rich and sure. The manna of thy word Let my soul feed upon; And if all else should fail— My Lord, thy will be done!
3 My Jesus, as thou wilt: If among thorns I go, Still sometimes here and there, Let a few roses blow. But thou on earth, along The thorny pain hast gone; Then lead me after thee; My Lord, thy will be done!
4 My Jesus, as thou wilt! Though seen through many a tear, Let not my star of hope Grow dim or disappear. Since thou on earth hast wept And sorrowed oft alone, If I must weep with thee, My Lord, thy will be done!
5 My Jesus, as thou wilt! If loved ones must depart, Suffer not sorrow’s flood To overwhelm my heart; For they are blest with thee, Thy race and conflict won; Let me but follow them; My Lord, thy will be done!
6 My Jesus, as thou wilt! When death itself draws nigh, To thy dear wounded side I would for refuge fly. Leaning on thee, to go Where thou before hast gone; The rest as thou shalt please, My Lord, thy will be done.
7 My Jesus, as thou wilt! All shall be well for me; Each changing future scene, I gladly trust with thee. Straight to my home above I travel calmly on, And sing, in life or death, My Lord, thy will be done!
922 8s & 7s. I have led thee in right paths. Prov. 4:11.
O how kindly hast thou led me, Heavenly Father, day by day! Found my dwelling, clothed and fed me, Furnished friends to cheer my way! Didst thou bless me, didst thou chasten, With thy smile, or with thy rod, ’Twas that still my step might hasten Homeward, heavenward, to my God.
2 O how slowly have I often Followed where thy hand would draw! How thy kindness failed to soften! How thy chastening failed to awe! Make me for thy rest more ready, As thy path is longer trod; Keep me in thy friendship steady, Till thou call me home, my God!
923 8s & 7s. Jesus, I my cross have taken.
Jesus, I my cross have taken, All to leave and follow thee; I am poor, despised, forsaken— Thou henceforth my all shalt be: Perish every fond ambition— All I’ve sought, or hoped, or known; Yet how rich is my condition— God and heaven are still my own!
2 Let the world despise and leave me, It has left my Saviour too; Human hearts and looks deceive me, Thou art not like them, untrue; Whilst thy graces shall adorn me, God of wisdom, love, and might— Foes may hate, and friends may scorn me, Show thy face, and all is bright.
3 Go then—earthly fame and treasure, Come, disaster, scorn, and pain; In thy service, pain is pleasure— With thy favor, loss is gain. I have called thee, Abba Father! I have set my heart on thee; Storms may howl, and clouds may gather, All will work for good to me.
4 Man may trouble and distress me, ’Twill but drive me to thy breast, Life with trials hard may press me, Heaven will bring me sweeter rest. O, ’tis not in grief to harm me While thy love is left to me; O, ’twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with thee.
5 Soul—then know thy full salvation, Rise o’er sin, and fear, and care, Joy to find in every station, Something still to do or bear; Think what Spirit dwells within thee, Think what Father’s smiles are thine; Think that Jesus died to save thee; Child of heaven, canst thou repine?
6 Haste thee on from grace to glory, Armed by faith, and winged by prayer, Heaven’s eternal day’s before thee, God’s own hand shall guide thee there. Soon shall close thy earthly mission; Soon shall pass thy pilgrim’s days; Hope shall change to glad fruition, Faith to sight, and prayer to praise!