4. Man may trouble and distress me, ’Twill but drive me to Thy breast; Life with trials hard may press me, Heaven will bring me sweeter rest. Oh, ’tis not in grief to harm me While Thy love is left to me! Oh, ’twere not in joy to charm me Were that joy unmixed with Thee. 5. Take, my soul, thy full salvation; Rise o’er sin and fear and care, Joy to find in every station, Something still to do or bear. Think what Spirit dwells within thee, What a Father’s smile is thine, What a Savior died to win thee,— Child of heaven, shouldst thou repine? 6. Haste, then, on from grace to glory, Armed by faith and winged by prayer; Heaven’s eternal day’s before thee, God’s own hand shall guide thee there. Soon shall close thy earthly mission, Swift shall pass thy pilgrim days, Hope soon change to glad fruition, Faith to sight and prayer to praise. H. F. Lyte, 1824. 336 8, 7, 8 l 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, Crafty, stronger far than I; And the strife will 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. J. M. Neale, 1842, a. 337 6, 4, 6, 4, 6, 6, 6, 4 Savior, I follow on, Guided by Thee, Seeing not yet the hand That leadeth me. Hushed be my heart and still, Fear I no further ill, Only to meet Thy will My will shall be. 2. Riven the rock for me Thirst to relieve, Manna from heaven falls Fresh every eve; Never a want severe Causeth my eye a tear But Thou dost whisper near, “Only believe!” 3. Often to Marah’s brink Have I been brought; Shrinking the cup to drink, Help I have sought; And with the prayer’s ascent Jesus the branch hath rent, Quickly relief hath sent, Sweetening the draught.