It may be that my way doth seem confused,
Because my heart of thy way is afraid;
Because my eyes have constantly refused
To see the only opening thou hast made.

Because my will would cross some flowery plain
Where thou hast thrown a hedge from side to side;
And turneth from the stony walk of pain,
Its trouble or its ease not even tried.

If thus I try to force my way along,
The smoothest road encumbered is for me;
For were I as an angel swift and strong,
I could not go unless allowed by thee.

And now I pray thee, Lord, to lead thy child--
Poor wretched wanderer from thy grace and love-
Whatever way thou pleasest through the wild,
So it but take her to thy home above.

For Victory.

JESUS, help conquer!

My spirit is sinking,

Deep waters of sorrow go over my head;
Weeping, and trembling,

And fearing, and shrinking,

I watch for the day, and night cometh instead.
Bitter the cup

I am hourly drinking

How thorny the path that I hourly tread'

Jesus, help conquer!

For, fainting and weary,

Scarcely my hands can their weapons sustain;

The way seems so desolate,

Painful, and dreary

How shall I ever to heaven attain?

Jesus, great Captain!

If thou be not near me,

How shall I ever the victory gain?

• Jesus, help conquer!

Earth holds out her lure,

And mortal affections yearn after the prize:

Scarcely my heart

Can the struggle endure;

Scarce can I lift up my tear-blinded eyes.
Jesus, Redeemer!

Thy promise is sure

Speak to my spirit, and bid me arise.

Jesus, help conquer!

There is not an hour

Of sorrow or joy but is ordered by thee;

Thou dost cut down,

Who hast planted the flower

Tempest or calm at thy bidding shall be.

Look on my sorrow,

And give me the power

Humbly to wait till thou comfortest me.

Jesus, help conquer!

Lord, turn not away!

See with what power the billows increase !

Give me thy love

For my comfort and stay,

Then shall my trembling and murmuring cease.
Then shall my spirit

Grow strong for the fray

Then shall my weary heart rest in thy peace.

Jesus, help conquer!

I cry unto thee!

Hardly my heart its petitions can frame:
All is so dark

And so painful to me,

All I can utter, sometimes, is thy name.

Jesus, help conquer!

My portion now be,

Though all else should change, be thou ever the same.

Providence.

WHEN all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise.

O how shall words, with equal warmth,
The gratitude declare

That glows within my ravished heart!
But thou canst read it there.

To all my weak complaints and cries
Thy mercy lent an ear,

Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt
To form themselves in prayer.

Unnumbered comforts to my soul
Thy tender care bestowed,
Before my infant heart conceived
From whom those comforts flowed.

When in the slippery paths of youth
With heedless steps I ran,
Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe,
And led me up to man.

Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths,
It gently cleared my way,
And through the pleasing snares of vice,
More to be feared than they.

When worn with sickness, oft hast thou
With health renewed my face,
And when in sin and sorrow sunk,
Revived my soul with grace.

Thy bounteous hand, with worldly bliss
Has made my cup run o'er,
And in a kind and faithful friend
Has doubled all my store.

Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ,
Nor is the least a cheerful heart

That tastes those gifts with joy.

Through every period of my life
Thy goodness I'll pursue,
And after death, in distant worlds
The glorious theme renew.

When nature fails, and day and night
Divide thy works no more,
My ever-grateful heart, O Lord,
Thy mercy shall adore.

Through all eternity to thee
A joyful song I'll raise;
For oh! eternity's too short
To utter all thy praise.

Grace.

GRACE! 'tis a charming sound,
Harmonious to my ear;

Heaven with the echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear!

Grace first contrived a way

To save rebellious man,
And all the steps that grace display,
Which drew the wondrous plan.

Grace taught my wandering feet
To tread the heavenly road;
And new supplies each hour I meet,
While pressing on to God.