Part 29 (1/2)
My Saviour, I will never Forget Thy word of grace, But still repeat it ever, Through good and evil days; And looking up to heaven, Till all my race is run, I'll humbly say: ”My Father, Thy will, not mine, be done!”
W HEY, 1828
FIFTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY
Be thou content; be still before His face, at whose right hand doth reign Fulness of joy for evermore, Without who, thy sun, whose rays Make glad with life and light thy weary days
Be thou content
In Hieless love beyond our thought; The sorest pang, the worst disgrace, If He is there, shall harm thee not
He can lift off thy cross, and loose thy bands, And calm thy fears, nay, death is in His hands
Be thou content
Or art thou friendless and alone, Hast none in whom thou canst confide?
God careth for thee, lonely one, Comfort and help will He provide
He sees thy sorrows and thy hidden grief, He knohen to send thee quick relief
Be thou content
Thy heart's unspoken pain He knows, Thy secret sighs He hears full well, What to none else thou dar'st disclose, To Him thou h, And answereth willingly the poor man's cry
Be thou content
Be not o'er- to God, thou shalt not fall; The floods sweep over thee in vain, Thou yet shalt rise above them all; For when thy trial seeranted all thy prayer
Be thou content
Why art thou full of anxious fear How thou shalt be sustain'd and fed?
He who hath ive thee needful daily bread; Canst thou not trust His rich and bounteous hand, Who feeds all living things on sea and land?
Be thou content
He who doth teach the little birds To find their ives the countless flocks and herds Each day their needful drink and food, Thy hunger too will surely satisfy, And all thy wants in His good time supply
Be thou content
Sayest thou, I know not hohere, No hope I see where'er I turn; When of all else we most despair, The riches of God's love we learn; When thou and I His hand no longer trace, He leads us forth into a pleasant place
Be thou content
Though long His proh thy heart sink in sore disood is meant
What we have ith pains we holdis sweeter at the last
Be thou content
Lay not to heart whate'er of ill Thy foes may falsely speak of thee, Let hteously