By thy death I thee conjure,

A weak, dying soul befriend; Make me patient to endure, Make me faithful to the end.

466

"As Thou wilt."

6s.

1 My Saviour, 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 Saviour, 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 Saviour, 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!

4 My Saviour as thou wilt!
All shall be well for me:
Each changing future scene,
I gladly trust with thee:
Straight to my home above
I travel calmly on,
And sing in life or death,
My Lord, thy will be done!

467

"Jesus, I'll turn to Thee."

C. M.

1 JESUS, in sickness and in pain,

Be near to succour me;

My sinking spirit still sustain :
To thee I turn, to thee.

2 When cares and sorrows thicken round,
And nothing bright I see,

In thee alone can help be found;

To thee I turn, to thee.

3 Should strong temptations fierce assail, And Satan buffet me,

Then in thy strength will I prevail,

While still I turn to thee.

4 Through all my pilgrimage below,
Whate'er my lot may be,

In joy or sadness, weal or woe,
Jesus, I'll turn to thee.

468

A Sabbath in a Sick Chamber.

1 THOUSANDS, O Lord of Hosts! this day, Around thy altar meet;

And tens of thousands throng to pay

Their homage at thy feet.

2 They see thy power and glory there,
As I have seen thee too;

They read, they hear, they join in prayer,
As I was wont to do.

3 They sing thy deeds, as I have sung,
In sweet and solemn lays;

Were I among them, my glad tongue
Might learn new themes of praise.

4 For thou art in their midst, to teach
When on thy name they call,

And thou hast blessings, Lord, for each,-
Hast blessings, Lord, for all.

5 I, of such fellowship bereft,
In spirit turn to thee;

O, hast not thou a blessing left,
A blessing, Lord, for me?

C. M.

6 The dew lies thick on all the ground;
Shall my poor fleece be dry?

The manna rains from heaven around;
Shall I of hunger die?

7 Behold thy prisoner ;-loose my bands,
If 'tis thy gracious will:

If not, contented in thy hands,
Behold thy prisoner still!

8 I may not to thy courts repair,
Yet here thou surely art;
Lord, consecrate an house of prayer
In my surrendered heart.

9 To faith reveal the things unseen,
To hope the joys untold;

Let love, without a veil between,
Thy glory now behold.

10 0, make thy face on me to shine,
That doubt and fear may cease;
Lift up thy countenance benign
On me, and give me peace.

1 My God! my grateful heart I'll raise

A daily altar to thy praise:-
Thy friendly hand my course directs,
Thy watchful eye my bed protects.

L. M.

2 Past mercies bind my soul to thee,
And teach me whither I must flee;
The same Almighty arm can aid,
Now sickness grieves, and pains invade.
3 To all the varied helps of art,
Thy kind, thy healing power impart;
Bethesda's bath refused to save,
Unless thine angel blessed the wave.
4 All medicines act by thy decree,
Receive commission all from thee,
And every plant which spreads the plain,
Will teem with health, if thou ordain.
5 But grant me nobler favours still:
Grant me to know and do thy will;
My spirit purge from every stain,
And save me from eternal pain.

6 Can such a wretch for pardon sue?
My sins, my sins arise to view,
Arrest my trembling tongue in prayer,
And bode the horrors of despair.

7 But, oh, regard my contrite sighs,
My wounded breast, my weeping eyes;
To me thy pardoning love extend,
My God, my Father, and my Friend!

8 These tender Names I ne'er could plead, Had not thy Son vouchsafed to bleed: