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have no help but Thine, nor do I need
"My grace is sufficient for thee."
2 I have no wisdom, save Thy full supplies,-
3 Mine is the sin, but Thine the righteousness:
Mine is the guilt, but Thine the cleansing blood:
4 And see, the pillow-cloud is rising now,
"I forgave thee all that debt."
TEN thousand talents once I owed,
And nothing had to pay;
2 Yet since the Lord forgave my sin,
Far more indebted I have been
8 The love I owe for sin forgiven,
For present peace, and promised heaven,
The poor returns I strive to make,
That love of Thine, Thou sinner's Friend,
To pay a thousandth part.
And 'tis of grace that Thou wilt take
“Why are ye fearful ? "
My Saviour is near,
Will surely appear ;
And He will perform ;
I smile at the storm.
Since He is my Guide,
'Tis His to provide :
And creatures all fail,
Shall surely prevail.
Forbids me to think
In trouble to sink :
I have in review,
To help me quite through.
Shall work for my good,
The medicine is food :
'Twill cease before long;
The conqueror's song!
"Commit thy way unto the Lord."
And help me to resign
And make Thy pleasure, mine.
Whose love forbids my fearg;
3 No-rather let me freely yield
4 Thy favour, all my journey through,
5 Wisdom and mercy guide my way;
A poor, blind creature of a day,
6 But ah, my inward spirit cries,
"Come ye near unto Me."
NEARER, my God, to Thee—
Nearer to Thee,
Still all my song would be,
2 Though like a wanderer,
8 There let the way appear
4 Then, with my waking thoughts
Bright with Thy praise,
So by my woes to be,
Nearer, my God, to Thee-
Or, if on joyful wing,
"I know Thy works."
2 Go, labour on; 'tis not for naught;
4 Go, labour on; your hands are weak,
"Not my will, but Thine be done."
ONE prayer I have—all prayers in one—
am wholly Thine;
Thy will, my God, Thy will be done,
All-wise, Almighty, and All-good,
Thy ways, unknown or understood,
2 Is life with many comforts crowned,
And back, in gratitude, from me,
3 Thy gifts are only then enjoyed,
When used as talents lent;
When in Thy service spent:
Shall I arraign Thy will ?
“The Lord is gracious still.”
Of nothing long possessed;
For this is not my rest.
Of Thy redeemed above;
"A faithful and wise servant."
Each in his office wait;
And watchful at His gate.
And trim the golden fiame;
For awful is His name.
And while we speak He's near;
And ready all appear.
In such a posture found!
And be with honour crowned.
With His all-bounteous hand;
Amidst the angelic band. 390
"Thy way is in the sea."
His wonders to perform :