2 Though dark my path, and sad my lot,
Let me be still, and murmur not,
And breathe the prayer divinely taught,
66 Thy will, my God, be done."

3 If thou should'st call me to resign
What most I prize — it ne'er was mine,—
I only yield thee what is thine;
"Thy will, my God, be done."

4 Renew my will from day to day,
Blend it with thine, and take away
Whate'er now makes it hard to say,
“Thy will, my God, be done.”

369

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CAMERONIAN HYMN.

Prayer of the Persecuted.

1 OH thou who dwell'st in the Heavens high
Above the stars, and within yon sky;
Where the dazzling fields never needed light
Of the sun by day or the moon by night:

2 Though shining millions around thee stand,
For the sake of him, who's at thy right hand,
Oh! think of those that have cost him so dear,
Still chained in doubt, and in darkness here.

3 Our night is dreary, and dim our day;
And, if thou turnest thy face away,
We are sinful, feeble, and helpless dust;
And have none to look to and none to trust.

4 The powers of darkness are all abroad,
They own no Saviour, and fear no God;
And we are trembling in mute dismay,
Oh turn not thou thy face away!

5 Thine aid, O mighty God, we crave,
Not shortened is thine arm to save;
Afar from thee we now sojourn,
Return to us, Oh God, return.

370

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GEORGE HERBERT.

Praise.

1 KING of Glory, King of Peace,
I will love thee;

And, that love may never cease,
I will move thee.

2 Thou hast granted my request;
Thou hast heard me:

Thou didst note my working breast;
Thou hast spared me.

3 Wherefore with my utmost art
I will sing thee,

And the cream of all my heart
I will bring thee.

4 Though my sins against me cried,
Thou didst clear me;

And alone, when they replied,

Thou didst hear me.

5 Seven whole days, not one in seven,
I will praise thee;

In my heart, though not in heaven,
I can raise thee.

6 Small it is, in this poor sort
To enroll thee:

E'en eternity's too short

To extol thee.

371

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WARREN ST. COL.

Triumph.

1 DAUGHTER of Zion, awake from thy sadness! Awake! for thy foes shall oppress thee no more; Bright o'er thy hills dawns the day-star of gladness, Arise! for the night of thy sorrow is o'er.

2 Strong were thy foes, but the arm that subdued them

And scattered their legions, was mightier far; They fled like the chaff from the scourge that pursued

them,

Vain were their steeds and their chariots of war.

3 Daughter of Zion, the power that hath saved thee

Extolled with the harp and the timbrel should be; Shout! for the foe is destroyed that enslaved thee, Th' oppressor is vanquished, and Zion is free.

372

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HOGG.

God of Life.

2 BLESSED be thy name forever,

Thou of life the Guard and Giver!

Thou canst guard thy creatures sleeping,
Heal the heart long broke with weeping:
God of stillness and of motion,

Of the desert and the ocean,
Of the mountain, rock, and river,
Blessed be thy name forever!

2 Thou who slumberest not nor sleepest,
Blest are they thou kindly keepest.
God of evening's parting ray,

Of midnight gloom, and dawning day-
That rises from the azure sea

Like breathings of eternity;

God of life! that fade shall never,

Blessed be thy name forever!

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LONGFELLOW.

The Flowers.

1 WONDROUS truths, and manifold as wondrous,
God hath written in the stars above;

But not less in the bright flowerets under us
Stands the revelation of his love.

2 Bright and glorious is that revelation

Written all over this great world of ours;
Making evident our own creation

In these stars of earth, these golden flowers.

3 And with childlike, credulous affection,
We behold their tender buds expand;
Emblems of our own great resurrection,
Emblems of the bright and better land!

1 PRAISE to thee, all holy God,

From the world, the race, thou rulest;

From the green earth's dewy sod:

From the wayward hearts thou schoolest