1 Holy Father, Thou hast taught me I should live to Thee alone; Year by year, Thy hand hath brought me On through dangers oft unknown. When I wandered, Thou hast found me; When I doubted, sent me light; Still Thine arm has been around me, All my paths were in Thy sight. 2 In the world will foes assail me, Craftier, stronger far than I; And the strife may never fail me, Well I know, before I die. Therefore, Lord, I come, believing Thou canst give the power I need; Through the prayer of faith receiving Strength,--the spirit's strength indeed. 3 I would trust in Thy protecting, Wholly rest upon Thine arm, Follow wholly Thy directing, Thou mine only guard from harm! Keep me from mine own undoing, Help me turn to Thee when tried, Still my footsteps, Father, viewing, Keep me ever at Thy side! 529. L. M. Doddridge. The Patient Waiting upon God. 1 Wait on the Lord, ye heirs of hope, And let His word support your souls; Well can He bear your courage up, And all your foes and fears control. 2 He waits His own well-chosen hour The intended mercy to display; And His paternal pities move, While wisdom dictates the delay. 3 Blest are the humble souls that wait With sweet submission to His will; Harmonious all their passions move, And in the midst of storms are still;-- 4 Still, till their Father's well-known voice Wakens their silence into songs; Then earth grows vocal with His praise, And heaven the grateful shout prolongs. 530. L. M. C. Wesley. God Our Deliverer. 1 God 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 paths to Thee. 3 Whither, oh whither should I fly, But to my loving Father's breast; Secure within Thine arms to lie, And safe beneath Thy wings to rest! 4 I have no skill the snare to shun, But Thou, O God, my wisdom art; I ever into ruin run: But Thou art greater than my heart. 5 Foolish, and ignorant, and blind, Lead me a way I have not known; Bring me where I my heaven may find, The heaven of loving Thee alone. 531. C. M. * The Power of Trust. 1 My God! in life's most doubtful hour, In sharpest pains of death, Who waits on Thee hath peace and power; Thou present help of faith!