Eaton.

308 November 3. L. M. 6 lines.

TRUST IN GOD.

"Trust ye in the Lord for ever: for in the Lord JEHOVAH is everlasting strength."-Isa. xxvi. 4.

1

OH

let my trembling soul be still,

While darkness veils this mortal eye,
And wait thy wise, thy holy will,

Wrapt yet in fears and mystery.
I cannot, Lord, thy purpose see!
Yet all is well-since ruled by Thee.
2 When, mounted on thy clouded car,

Thou send'st thy darker spirits down,
I can discern by night afar,

Thy light, sweet beaming through thy frown; And, should I faint a moment, then

I think of Thee-and smile again.

3 So, trusting in thy love, I tread The narrow path of duty on:

What though some cherished joys are filed! What though some flattering dreams are gone! Yet purer, brighter joys remain:

Why should my spirit then complain?

309 November 4. C. M.

GOD THE PRESERVER OF MEN.

Peterborough.

"The Lord shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in, from this time forth, and even for evermore."-Ps. cxxi. 8.

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THROUGH all the dangers of the night,
Preserved, O Lord, by thee,

Again we hail the cheerful light,
Again we bow the knee.

2 Oh! may the beams of truth divine,
With clear convincing light,

In all our understandings shine,
And chase our mental night.

3 Let all our words and all our ways
Declare that we are thine;

That thus along our path, the rays
Of heavenly truth may shine.

4 Preserve us, Lord, throughout the day,
And guide us by thine arm!

For they are safe, and only they,
Whom thou dost save from harm.

310 November 5. 7s.

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DAILY DEPENDENCE ON GOD.

Pleyel's Hymn

"Give us, day by day, our daily bread."-Luke xi. 2.

DAY by day the manna fell;

Oh, to learn this lesson well!

Still by constant mercy fed,
Give me, Lord, my daily bread.
2 Day by day the promise reads,
Daily strength for daily needs,
Cast foreboding fears away:
Take the manna of to-day.

3 Lord, my times are in thy hand;
All my brightest hopes have planned
To thy wisdom I resign,

And would make thy purpose mine.

4 Thou my daily task shalt give :
Day by day to thee I live:
So shall added years fulfil,
Not my own-my Father's will.

"And the Spirit and the bride say, Come.

Lisbon.

And let him that

heareth, say Come. And let him that is athirst. Come. And whosoever will, let him take the water of life freely."-Rev. xxii. 17.

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THE Spirit, in our hearts,

Is whispering, "Sinner, come;"

The bride, the church of Christ, proclaims
To all his children, "Come!"

To all about him, "Come;"

Let him that thirsts for righteousness

To Christ, the fountain, come.

And freely drink the stream of life; 'Tis Jesus bids him come.

Declares, "I quickly come:" Lord, even so; we wait thy hour;

Jesus, my Saviour, come.

312 November 7. C. M.

RESIGNATION.

Jordan.

"I was dumb; I opened not my mouth; because thou didst it."-Ps. xxxix. 9.

1

MY

God, my Father! blissful name!
Oh, may I call thee mine?

May I, with sweet assurance, claim
A portion so divine.

2 This only can my fears control,
And bid my sorrows fly:

What harm can ever reach my soul
Beneath my Father's eye?

3 Whate'er thy providence denies,
I calmly would resign;

For thou art just, and good, and wise—
Oh, bend my will to thine!

4 Whate'er thy sacred will ordains,
Oh, give me strength to bear!
Oh, let me know my Father reigns,
And trust his tender care!

5 If pain and sorrow rend this frame,
And life almost depart,

Is not thy mercy still the same,
To cheer my drooping heart?

6 Thy sovereign ways are all unknown
To my weak, erring sight;
Yet let my soul, adoring, own
That all thy ways are right.

313 November 8.

8s & 7s.

Wilmot.

PRAISE TO THE REDEEMER.

"Unto him that loved us, and washed us from our sins in his own blood, and hath made us kings and priests unto God and his Father: to him be glory and dominion for ever and ever."-Rev. i. 5, 6.

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MIGHTY Saviour! we would bless thee,
We would praise thy glorious name;
Lord of men, as well as angels,

Thou art every creature's theme.

2 From the highest throne in glory,
To the cross of deepest wo,
All to ransom guilty captives,

Thou with love and zeal didst go.

3 Brightness of the Father's glory,
Shall thy praise unuttered lie?
Fly, my tongue, such guilty silence;
Sing the Lord who came to die.

4 While we praise thee, blessed Saviour,
Endless source of joy and love;
Grant us here thy constant favor,
Till we reign with thee above.

314 November 9. C. M.

GOD OUR TRUST.

Arlington.

"Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths."-Prov. iii. 5, 6.

1

LORD, should we leave thy hallowed feet,
To whom should we repair?

Where else such holy comfort meet,

As springs eternal there?

2 Earth has no fount of true delight,
No pure, perennial stream;

And sorrow's storm and earth's dark night,
Soon wrap life's brightest beam.

3 Unmingled joys 'tis thine to give,

And undecaying peace;

For thou canst teach us so to live,
That life shall never cease.

4 Then let our trust in thee be stayed,
Thy peace to us be given,

That we, when earthly joys shall fade,
May sing thy praise in heaven.

315 November 10. L. M.

Old Hundred.

GOD'S FORGIVENESS AND AID IMPLORED.

"Remember, O Lord, thy tender-mercies and thy lovingkindnesses: lead me in thy truth and teach me: for thou art the God of my salvation."-Ps. xxv. 5, 6.

1 FATHER of mercies, God of love,

Far from thy sight my sins remove,
Whatever guilt my conscience fears,
Remit to penitential tears.

2 Oh, cleanse my breast from every stain,
The wrong, the impious, or the vain;
Correct the false, confirm the true,
And my whole mind to right renew.

3 Thy care, where'er my footsteps bend,
Along my pilgrimage extend;

Make me in health thy goodness know,
In sickness to thy wisdom bow.

4 In dissolution's fainting hour,
Thy cup of consolation pour;
Bid terror from my couch retire,
And my rapt soul in joy expire.

316 November 11. L. M.

CONFIDENCE IN GOD.

Hebron.

"The fear of man bringeth a snare: but whoso putteth his trust in the Lord shall be safe."-Prov. xxix. 25.

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G

OD

of my life, whose gracious power Through varied deaths my soul hath led,

Or turned aside the fatal hour,

Or lifted up my sinking head!—

2 In all my ways thy hand I own,
Thy ruling providence I see;
Assist me still my course to run,
And still direct my path to thee!