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FAITH AND PRAYER.
5 Wisdom and mercy guide my way,
Shall I resist them both ?
A poor blind creature of a day,
And crushed before the moth,
6 But ah ! my inmost spirit cries,
Still bind me to thy sway,
Else the next cloud that veils my skies,
Drives all these thoughts away.
348 C. M.
Self-denial, or taking up the cross.
1 FAIDST thou, dear Jesus, suffer shame,
L' And bear the cross for me ?
And shall I fear to own thy name,
Or thy disciple be ?
2 Inspire my soul with life divine,
And make me truly bold ;
Det knowledge, faith and meekness shine.
Nor love nor zeal grow cold.
3 Let mockers scoff, let men defame,
And treat me with disdain ;
Still may I glorify thy name,
And count their slander gain.
4 To thee I cheerfully submit,
And all my powers resign ;
Let wisdom point out what is fit,
And I’ll no more repine.
349 L. M.
The ways of God mysterious, yet sure.
1 THY ways, O God, with wise design,
1 Are framed upon thy throne above
And every dark and bending line,
Meets in the centre of thy love.
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