3 May thy will, not mine, be done; May thy will and mine be one: Chase these doubtings from my heart; Now thy perfect peace impart.
4 Saviour, at thy feet I fall; Thou my Life, my God, my All, Let thy happy servant be One for evermore with thee.
1022 7s. Correct me, but with judgment. Jer. 10:24.
Gently, gently lay thy rod On my sinful head, O God! Stay thy wrath, in mercy stay, Lest I sink beneath its sway.
2 Heal me, for my flesh is weak; Heal me, for thy grace I seek; This my only plea I make— Heal me for thy mercy’s sake.
3 Who, within the silent grave, Shall proclaim thy power to save? Lord! my sinking soul reprieve; Speak, and I shall rise and live.
4 Lo! he comes—he heeds my plea! Lo! he comes—the shadows flee; Glory round me dawns once more! Rise, my spirit, and adore!
1023 7s. Affliction cometh not forth of the dust. Job 5:6.
’Tis my happiness below, Not to live without the cross, But the Saviour’s power to know, Sanctifying every loss.
2 Trials must and will befall; But with humble faith to see Love inscribed upon them all— This is happiness to me.
3 Did I meet no trials here, No chastisement by the way; Might I not, with reason, fear I should prove a castaway?
4 Trials make the promise sweet; Trials give new life to prayer; Trials bring me to his feet— Lay me low, and keep me there.
1024 8s & 7s. All thy waves and thy billows, etc. Psalm 42:7.
Full of trembling expectation, Feeling much and fearing more, Mighty God of my salvation! I thy timely aid implore; Suffering Son of Man, be near me, All my sufferings to sustain; By thy sorer griefs to cheer me, By thy more than mortal pain.
2 Call to mind that unknown anguish, In thy days of flesh below; When thy troubled soul did languish Under a whole world of woe; When thou didst our curse inherit, Groan beneath our guilty load, Burdened with a wounded spirit, Bruised by all the wrath of God.
3 By thy most severe temptation, In that dark, Satanic hour; By thy last, mysterious passion, Screen me from the adverse power; By thy fainting in the garden, By thy bloody sweat I pray, Write upon my heart the pardon, Take my sins and fears away.
4 By the travail of thy spirit, By thine outcry on the tree, By thine agonizing merit, In my pangs, remember me! By thy pangs of crucifixion, My weak, dying soul befriend; Make me patient in affliction, Keep me faithful to the end.
1025 8s & 7s. Afterward. Heb. 12:11.
Why should I, in vain repining, Mourn the clouds that cross my way; Since my Saviour’s presence, shining, Turns my darkness into day?
2 Earthly honor, earthly treasure, All the warmest passions win, And the silken wings of pleasure Only waft us on to sin.
3 But, within the vale of sorrow, All with tempests overblown, Purer light and joy we borrow From the face of God alone.
4 Welcome, then, each darker token! Mercy sent it from above! So the heart, subdued, not broken, Bends in fear, and melts with love.
1026 8s, 7s & 4s. In the night his song shall be with me. Psalm 42:8.
In the floods of tribulation, While the billows o’er me roll, Jesus whispers consolation, And supports my sinking soul; Sweet affliction! Bringing Jesus to my soul.
2 In the darkest dispensations Doth my faithful Lord appear, With his richest consolations, To reanimate and cheer. Sweet affliction! Thus to bring my Saviour near.
3 All I meet shall still befriend me In my path to heavenly joy, Where, though trials now attend me, Trials never more annoy. Sweet affliction! Every promise gives me joy.
4 Wearing there a weight of glory, Still the path I’ll ne’er forget; But, exulting, cry, It led me To my blesséd Saviour’s seat. Sweet affliction! Which has brought me to his feet.
1027 8s. Thou wilt make all his bed in his sickness. Psalm 41:3.
How vast is the tribute I owe, Of gratitude, homage and praise, To the giver of all I possess, The life and the length of my days!
2 When the sorrows I boded were come, I poured out my sighs and my tears; And to him, who alone can relieve, My soul breathed her vows and her prayers.
3 When my heart throbbed with pain and alarm, When paleness my cheek overspread, When sickness pervaded my frame— Then my soul on my Maker was stayed.
4 When death’s awful image was nigh, And no mortal was able to save, Thou didst brighten the valley of death, And illumine the gloom of the grave.
5 In mercy thy presence dispels The shades of adversity’s night, And turns the sad scene of despair To a morning of joy and delight.
6 Great source of my comforts restored, Thou healer and balm of my woes! Thou hope and desire of my soul! On thy mercy I’ll ever repose.