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, save Thy servant:
Which putteth his trust in Chee.

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,

C. E.

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!

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, aught 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?

Send him help from Thy holy place:
And evermore mightily defend him.

THE HOUrs.

O GOD, the Lord of place and time,
Who orderest all things prudently;
Brightening with beams the opening prime,
And burning in the mid-day sky;

Quench Thou the fires of hate and strife,—
The wasting fever of the heart;

From perils guard our feeble life,
And to our souls Thy peace impart.

This grace on Thy redeemed confer,-
Father, co-equal Son,

And Holy Ghost, the Comforter;
Eternal Three in One.

Let the enemy have no advantage of him:
For the wicked approach to hurt him.

THE MINISTRY OF ANGELS.

SPENSER.

AND is there care in Heaven, and is there love
In heavenly spirits to these creatures bace,

That may compassion of their evils move?

There is,―else much more wretched were the cace