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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William Cowper. 1779.

Mein Jesu, wie Du willt.

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 sav

And 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.

68.

Tr. August Herman Francke. d. 1727.

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Ist Gott für mich, so trete.

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.

2 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.

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.

7,6.

Tr. Paul Gerhardt. 1664.

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Continued.

HERE I can firmly rest;

I dare to boast of this,

That God, the Highest and the Best,
My Friend and Father is.

From dangerous snares He saves:
Where'er He bids me go

S. M.

He checks the storms and calms the waves,
Nor lets aught work me woe.

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.

The world may fail and flee;

Thou, God, my Father art!

Not fire, nor sword, nor plague, from Thee
My trusting soul shall part.

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,

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That e'er shall tempt my soul to leave
Her refuge in Thine arm.

Miss Winkworth. 1855. a.
Tr. Paul Gerhardt. 1664.

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;

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Wherefore from Thee I will not fall;
Thy Word doth make me live.

3 Though mountains crumble into dust,
Thy covenant standeth fast;
Who follows Thee in pious trust
Shall reach the goal at last.

4 Though strange and winding seems the way,
While yet on earth I dwell,

In heaven my heart shall gladly say,

Thou, God, dost all things well!

Miss Winkworth. 1855. a.

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Tr.

Drewes. 1797.

L. M.

1 GOD of my life, whose gracious power Through various deaths my soul hath led;

Or turned aside the fatal hour,

Or lifted up my sinking head:
2 In all my ways Thy hand I own,
Thy ruling Providence I see:
Assist me still my course to run,
And still direct my paths to Thee.
3 Whither, O whither should I fly,

But to my loving Savior's breast?
Secure within Thine arms to lie,

And safe beneath Thy wings to rest! 4 I have no skill the snare to shun,

But Thou, O Christ, my wisdom art!
I ever into ruin run;

But Thou art greater than my heart. 5 Foolish, and impotent, and blind,

Lead me a way I have not known;
Bring me where I my heaven may find,
The heaven of loving Thee alone.

6 Enlarge my heart to make Thee room;
Enter, and in me ever stay:
The crooked then shall straight become;
The darkness shall be lost in day.

C. Wesley. 1740.

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PSALM 31.*

My spirit on Thy care,
Blest Savior, 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:

S. M.

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 befall,

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

Henry Francis Lyte. 1834.

PSALM 121.

1 UPWARD I lift mine eyes;
From God is all my aid;
The God who built the skies,
And earth and nature made.

God is the Tower

To which I fly;

H.M.

His grace is nigh

In every hour.

2 My feet shall never slide
And fall in fatal snares,

Since God, my Guard and Guide,
Defends me from my fears.

Those wakeful eyes

That never sleep

Shall Israel keep
When dangers rise.

3 No burning heats by day,
Nor blasts of evening air,
Shall take my health away,
If God be with me there.