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Prayer for Peace. 10.4.10.4.10.10. 1. IMMORTAL Love, within whose righteous will
Is always peace ;
Let passion cease ;
For I am weak, and struggle has been vain. 2. The days are gone, when far and wide
That narrow way
Toiling for man, and Thee, Almighty God. 3. Whate’er of pain Thy loving hand allot,
I gladly bear ;
Nor yet Thy care,
Peace from the fierce oppression of my sin. 4. So may I, far away, when evening falls
On life and love,
With Thee above ;-
Stopford A. Brooke.
Rest and Unrest.
·O THOU, the primal Fount of life and peace,
Who shedd'st Thy breathing quiet all around, In me command that pain and conflict cease,
And turn to inusic every jarring sound.
2. How longs each depth within the weary soul
To taste the life of this benignant hour, To be at one with Thine untroubled whole,
And in itself to know Thy hushing power. 3. Make Thou in me, O God, through shame and pain,
A heart attuned to Thy celestial calm ; Let not the spirit's pangs be roused in vain,
But heal the wounded breast with soothing balm. 4. So, firm in steadfast hope, in thought secure,
In full accord with all Thy works of joy, May I be nerved to labours high and pure,
And Thou Thy child to do Thy work employ. 5. In One who walked on earth, a man of woe,
Was holier peace than even this hour inspires ; From Him to me let inward quiet flow,
And give the might my failing will requires. 6. So this great universe, so He, and Thou
The central Source and wondrous Bound of things, May fill my heart with rest as deep as now To land and sea and air, Thy presence brings.
545. My Times are in Thy hand. C.M. 6 lines. 1. FATHER, I know that all my life
Is portioned out for me ;
I do not fear to see ;
Intent on pleasing Thee.
Through constant watching wise,
To meet the glad with joyful smiles,
And wipe the weeping eyes ;
To soothe and sympathise.
That hurries to and fro,
Or secret thing to know ;
And guided where I go.
In whatsoe'er estate,
To keep and cultivate;
For Him on whom I wait.
There are no bonds for me ;
That makes Thy children free;
A. L. Waring.
The Blessed Life.
When all without tumultuous seems,
Whatever change the years may bring
A mercy still in everything,
3. O blessèd life ! the soul that soars,
When sense of mortal sight is dim,
Beyond the sense,-beyond, to Him Whose love unlocks the heavenly doors. 4. O blessèd life ! heart, mind, and soul
From selfish aims and wishes free,
In all at one with Deity
High life, the earnest of a higher !
Father, fulfil my deep desire
W. Tidd Matson.
At Rest in God.
My heart is resting, O my God!
I will give thanks and sing ;
Of every precious thing.
And here all day they rise ;
And close at hand it lies.
That waits all day on Thee;
Which no one else can see.
4. The faith that, in a hidden way
No other eye may know,
And loves to have it so.
5 My heart is resting, O my God!
My heart is in Thy care ;
A. L. Waring.
548. Perfect through Suffering.
Hard training here we undergo,
In vain with tear-dimmed eyes we try
The reason of our pain to spy.
That wider knowledge cometh so,
4. We suffer, and we taste in pain
The richer life where death is gain,
5. We suffer, and we grow more strong,
More patient, though the end be long,
Ella S. Armitage.
Prayer for Strength. 10.10. 10.10.6.
But for Thy aid to walk therein aright;
For this, for this we pray.