7. Earth against me may declare, For her love I do not care; Though the world bear me a grudge, God, my Father, is my Judge. 8. Earth may all her gifts deny, Safe my treasure is on high; And if heaven at last be mine, All things else I can resign. 9. I renounce thee willingly, World, I hate what pleases thee. Baneful every gift of thine; Only be, my God, still mine. 10. Ah! Lord, if but Thee I have, Naught of other good I crave; Bright is even death’s dark road If but Thou art there, my God. C. Titius, † 1703; C. Winkworth, tr., a. 517 L. M. Lord God, who art my Father dear, I pray in Jesus’ name: O hear What, trusting in His promised Word, I humbly ask of Thee, good Lord. 2. Grant us Thy Word, Thy Spirit give, That by His grace we godly live; Give shelter, peace, good friends, and food, Protect our native land, O God. 3. Save us from sin and Satan’s fraud, Deliver us from evil, God, Be with us in our dying hour; Thine is the kingdom, glory, power. 4. Lord, at Thy word Amen I say; Increase my feeble faith, I pray. Thou lead’st me with a father’s care; Oh, let me be Thy child and heir! J. Mathesius, † 1565; A. Crull, tr. 518 S. M. Beloved, “It is well!” God’s ways are always right; And perfect love is o’er them all Though far above our sight. 2. Beloved, “It is well!” Though deep and sore the smart, The hand that wounds knows how to bind And heal the broken heart. 3. Beloved, “It is well!” Though sorrow clouds our way, ’Twill only make the joy more dear That ushers in the day. 4. Beloved, “It is well!” The path that Jesus trod, Though rough and strait and dark it be, Leads home to heaven and God. G. W. Doane, 1833. 519 S. M. My Father! cheering name! O may I call Thee mine! Give me with humble hope to claim A portion so divine. 2. Whate’er Thy will denies I calmly would resign; For Thou art just and good and wise,— Oh, bend my will to Thine! 3. Whate’er Thy will ordains, Oh, give me strength to bear! Still let me know a Father reigns And trust a Father’s care. 4. Thy ways are little known To my weak, erring sight; Yet shall my soul, believing, own That all Thy ways are right. Anne Steele, 1760, a. 520 6, 4, 6, 4, 6, 6, 6, 4