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The ChrisTIAN LIFE.

3 No! let me rather freely yield

What most I prize to Thee,
Who never hast a good withheld,

Nor wilt withhold from me.

4 Thy favor, all my journey through,
Thou art engaged to grant;
What else I want, or think I do,
'Tis better still to want.

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1 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!

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 !

447 Ist Gott für mich, so trete. 7, 6.

1 If God Himself be for me,

I may a host defy;

For when I pray, before me
My foes confounded fly.

If Christ, the Head, befriend me,
If God be my support,

The mischief they intend me
Shall quickly come to naught.

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1 WHo puts his trust in God most just

Hath built his house securely;

He who relies on Jesus Christ.
Heaven shall be his most surely.

Then fixed on Thee my trust shall be,
Whose truth can never alter;

While mine Thou art, not death's worst smart
Shall make my courage falter.

2 Though fiercest foes my course oppose,

A dauntless front I’ll show them :

My champion Thou, Lord Christ, art now,
Who soon shalt overthrow them

And if but Thee I have in me
With Thy good gifts and Spirit,

Nor death mor hell, I know full well,
Shalt hurt me, through Thy merit. 315

3 No! let me rather freely yield
What most I prize to Thee,
Who never hast a good withheld,
Nor wilt withhold from me.

4 Thy favor, all my journey through,
Thou art engaged to grant;
What else I want, or think I do,
'Tis better still to want.

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1 MY Jesus, as Thou wilt!
0 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 so. 2
Anu my sorrows are Thine own.
2 On Thee, O my God, I rest,
Letting life float calmly on;
For I know the last is best,
When the crown of joy is won.
In Thy might all things I bear,
In Thy Love find bitter sweet,
And with all my grief and care
Sit in patience at Thy feet.

3 Let Thy mercy's wings be spread

O'er me; keep me close to Thee;

In the peace Thy Love doth shed,
Let me dwell eternally.

Be my All: in all I do
Let me only seek Thy will.

Where the heart to Thee is true,
All is peaceful, calm and still.

Miss Winkworth. 1855. 316 Tr. August Herman Francke. d. 1727.

447 Ist Gott für mich, so trete. 7, 6.

1 If God Himself be for me,

I may a host defy;

For when I pray, before me
My foes confounded fly.

If Christ, the Head, befriend me,
If God be my support,

The mischief they intend me
Shall quickly come to naught.

I build on this foundation,
That Jesus and His Blood
Alone are my salvation,
The true eternal good:
Without Him, all that pleases
Is valueless on earth:
The gifts I owe to Jesus
Alone my love are worth.

3 His Holy Spirit dwelleth
Within my willing heart,
Tames it when it rebelleth,
And soothes the keenest smart.
He crowns His work with blessing,
And helpeth me to cry
“My Father!” without ceasing
To Him who reigns on high.

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4 To mine His Spirit speaketh
Sweet words of soothing power,
How God to him that seeketh
For rest, hath rest in store.
How God Himself prepareth
My heritage and lot,
And though my body weareth,
My heaven shall fail me not.

. Unknown. 1859.

Tr. Paul Gerhardt. 1664.

THE CHRISTIAN LIFE.

448 Continued. S. M. 1 HERE I can firmly rest; I dare to boast of this, That God, the Highest and the Best, My Friend and Father is.

2 From dangerous snares He saves:
Where'er He bids me go
He checks the storms and calms the waves,
Nor lets aught work me woe.

3 At cost of all I have,
At cost of life and limb,
I cling to God, who yet shall save;
I will not turn from Him.
4 The world may fail and flee;
Thou, God, my Father art |
Not fire, nor sword, nor plague, from Thee
My trusting soul shall part.
5 No joys that angels know;
No throne or wide-spread fame,
No love or loss, no fear or woe,
No grief of heart or shame—

6 Man cannot aught conceive,
Of pleasure or of harm,
That e'er shall tempt my soul to leave
Her refuge in Thine arm.
Miss Winkworth. 1855. a.
Tr. Paul Gerhardt. 1664.

449 C. M. 1 I KNow Thy thoughts are peace toward me; Safe am I in Thy hands; Firmly I build my hope on Thee, For sure Thy counsel stands ! 2 Whate'er Thy Word hath promised, all Wilt Thou full surely give; Wherefore from Thee I will not fall; 318 Thy Word doth make me live.

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