Thy will be done.

My God, my Father, while I stray
Far from my home in life's rough way,
O teach me from my heart to say—

"Thy will be done!"

Though dark my path, and sad my lot,
Let me be still and murmur not;

And breathe the prayer divinely taught,—
"Thy will be done!"

What though in lonely grief I sigh,
For friends beloved, no longer nigh,
Submissive still would I reply,-

"Thy will be done!"

If Thou shouldst call me to resign
What most I prize-it ne'er was mine;
I only yield Thee what was Thine:

"Thy will be done!"

Should pining sickness waste away
My life in premature decay,

My Father-still I'll strive to say,

"Thy will be done!"

C. E.

If but my fainting heart be blest
With Thy sweet spirit for its guest,
My God, to Thee I leave the rest :-
Thy will be done!"

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Renew my will from day to day;
Blend it with Thine, and take away
All that now makes it hard to say-

"Thy will be done!"

Then, when on earth I breathe no more
The prayer oft mix'd with tears before,
I'll sing, upon a happier shore,-

"Thy will be done!"

Give us this day our daily bread.

THE HOLDFAST.

GEORGE HERBERT.

I THREATENED to observe the strict decree

Of my dear God, with all my power and might:

But I was told by one, it could not be ;

Yet I might trust in God to be my light.

"Then will I trust,” said I, "in Him alone."
Nay, e'en to trust in Him was also His:
We must confess that nothing is our own.
"Then I confess that He my succour is."

But to have nought is ours; not to confess

That we have nought. I stood amazed at this ; Much troubled: till I heard a friend express, That all things were more ours by being His. What Adam had, and forfeited for all, Christ keepeth now, who cannot fail or fall.

O Lord, save Thy servant:
Which putteth his trust in Thee.

PSALM XXXI.

H. F. LYTE.

My spirit on Thy care,

Blest Saviour, I recline;

Thou wilt not leave me to despair,

For Thou art love divine.

In Thee I place my trust,
On Thee I calmly rest;

I know Thee good, I know Thee just,
And count Thy choice the best.

Whate'er events betide,

Thy will they all perform:

Safe in Thy breast my head I hide,

Nor fear the coming storm.

Let good or ill befal,

It must be good for me; Secure of having Thee in all, Of having all in Thee.

O Lord, sabe Thy servant:
Which putteth his trust in Thee.

HOLY Saviour, friend unseen,

Since on Thine arm Thou bidst me lean,
Help me throughout life's varying scene,
By faith to cling to Thee!

Blest with this fellowship divine,

Take what Thou wilt, I'll ne'er repine.

E'en as the branches to the vine,

My soul would cling to Thee!

Far from her home, fatigued, opprest,
Here she has found her place of rest;

An exile still, yet not unblest

While she can cling to Thee!

Without a murmur I dismiss

My former dreams of earthly bliss ;

My joy, my consolation this,

Each hour to cling to Thee!

C. E.

What though the world deceitful prove,
And earthly friends and joys remove;
With patient, uncomplaining love

Still would I cling to Thee!

Oft when I seem to tread alone

Some barren waste with thorns o'ergrown, Thy voice of love, in tenderest tone, Whispers, "Still cling to ME!"

Though faith and hope awhile be tried,
I ask not, need not, ought beside:
How safe, how calm, how satisfied,

The souls that cling to Thee!

They fear not Satan or the

grave,

They feel Thee near, and strong to save, Nor fear to cross e'en Jordan's wave,

Because they cling to Thee!

Blest is my lot, whate'er befal:

What can disturb me, what appal,

Whilst as my Rock, my Strength, my All,

Saviour, I cling to Thee?