5. In sickness, sorrow, want, or care, Whate’er it be, ’tis ours to share; May we, where help is needed, there Give help as unto Thee! 6. And may Thy Holy Spirit move All those who live to live in love, Till Thou shalt greet in heaven above All those who give to Thee. G. Thring, 1879. TRUST. 363 8, 8, 7, 8, 8, 7 All depends on our possessing God’s free love and grace and blessing, Though all earthly wealth depart; He who God for his hath taken Mid the changing world unshaken Keeps a free, heroic heart. 2. He who hitherto hath fed me And to many a joy hath led me Is and ever shall be mine; He who did so gently school me, He who still doth guide and rule me, Will not leave me now to pine. 3. Shall I weary me with fretting O’er vain trifles and regretting Things that never can remain? I will strive but that to win me Which can shed true rest within me, Rest the world must seek in vain. 4. When my heart with longing sickens, Hope again my courage quickens, For my wish shall be fulfilled. If it please His will most tender, Soul and body I surrender Unto Him on whom I build. 5. Well He knows how best to grant me All the longing hopes that haunt me; All things have their proper day. I would dictate to Him never; As God wills, so be it ever; When He wills, I will obey. 6. If on earth He bids me linger, He will guide me with His finger Through the years that now look dim. All that earth has fleets and changes, As a river onward ranges, But I rest in peace on Him. Anon., 1673; C. Winkworth, tr., a., 1858. 364 C. M. O God of Jacob, by whose hand Thy people still are fed; Who through this weary pilgrimage Hast all our fathers led; 2. To Thee our humble vows we raise, To Thee address our prayer And in Thy kind and faithful breast Deposit all our care. 3. Through each perplexing path of life Our wandering footsteps guide; Give us each day our daily bread And raiment fit provide. 4. O spread Thy covering wings around Till all our wanderings cease And at our Father’s loved abode Our souls arrive in peace. 5. To Thee, as to our covenant God, We’ll our whole selves resign And thankful own that all we are, And all we have, is Thine. Philip Doddridge, 1737, a. 365 8, 7, 8, 7, 8, 7, 4, 6, 8