2 Should earth against my soul engage, 3 Let cares like a wild deluge come, May I but safely reach my home, 106. 1 888, 4. MY God, my Father, whilst I stray Far from my home on life's rough way, O, teach me from my heart to say, Thy will be done! 2 Though dark my path, and sad my lot, 3 What though in lonely grief I sigh, Thy will be done! 4 Should pining sickness waste away, Thy will be done! 5 Renew my will from day to day; Blend it with Thine, and take away All that now makes it hard to say, Thy will be done! 6 And when on earth I breathe no more, The prayer, oft mix'd with tears before, I'll sing upon a happier shore, Thy will be done! THE CHRISTIAN LIFE: DESIRES. C. M. 107. 0 GOD of Bethel, by whose hand Who through this weary pilgrimage 2 Our vows, our prayers, we now present grace; God of our fathers, be the God Of their succeeding race. 3 Through each perplexing path of life 4 O spread Thy covering wings around, 1 C. M. 108. ALMIGHTY God in humble prayer Thee souls we Do Thou our waiting minds prepare 2 We ask not golden streams of wealth We ask not undecaying health, 3 We ask not honours, which an hour We ask not pleasure, pomp, and power, 4 We ask for wisdom :-Lord, impart A wise and understanding heart 109. I L. M. ASK not wealth, nor pomp, nor power, And guide and guard my wand'ring youth. To realms of everlasting day. 110. 1 4-7s. JESUS, seek Thy wand'ring sheep! Bear me, on Thy bosom bear. 2 Let me know my Shepherd's voice, 3 Live, till all Thy life I know, 4 O that I at last may stand P. M. 111. AVIOUR, sin and want confessing, would humbly seek Thy blessing: Rich indeed, if that possessing! Grant it now, we pray. All the riches of the earth, Send us blest away. 2 Sweet it is to kneel before Thee, And with prayer and praise adore Thee: Leave us not alone. May we lambs of Jesus be: Make us all Thine own. THE CHRISTIAN LIFE: DUTIES. 1 A S. M. CHARGE to keep I have, A never-dying soul to save, 112. To serve the present age, 2 Arm me with jealous care, Assured, if I my trust betray, 1 ACH savage beast that roams the wood, Each tenant of the rolling flood, The reptile, and the bird, hath bent 2 But fiercer than the beasts of night, More deadly than the serpent's bite, More swift than swallow's wing to fly From reason's hand and wisdom's tie,The tongue of man :-O! who can tame That world of sin, that root of shame? grace, 3 Great King of glory, God of |