I know that Thou wast willing first, And then drew my consent; Having thus loved me at the worst Thou wilt not now repent. Now I have quit all self-pretense, Take charge of what's thine own: My life, my health, and my defense, Now lie on thee alone. --Richard Baxter. THE LAST WISH To do or not to do; to have Or not to have, I leave to thee; To be or not to be I leave; Thy only will be done in me. All my requests are lost in one: Father, thy only will be done. Suffice that, for the season past, Myself in things divine I sought, For comforts cried with eager haste, And murmured that I found them not. I leave it now to Thee alone: Father, thy only will be done. Thy gifts I clamor for no more, Or selfishly thy grace require An evil heart to varnish o'er; Jesus, the Giver, I desire, After the flesh no longer known: Father, thy only will be done. Welcome alike the crown or cross; Trouble I cannot ask, nor peace, Nor toil, nor rest, nor gain, nor loss, Nor joy, nor grief, nor pain, nor ease, Nor life, nor death, but ever groan, Father, thy only will be done. --Charles Wesley. MORNING HYMN O God! I thank thee for each sight Of beauty that thy hand doth give; For sunny skies and air and light; O God, I thank thee that I live! That life I consecrate to Thee; And ever as the day is born, On wings of joy my soul would flee And thank thee for another morn; Another day in which to cast Some silent deed of love abroad, That, greatening as it journeys past, May do some earnest work for God; Another day to do and dare; To tax anew my growing strength; To arm my soul with faith and prayer, And so reach heaven and Thee at length. --Caroline Atherton Mason. "INTO THY HANDS" Into Thy guiding hands; Along a way thy love and care forefend Gladly I fare, or rough or smooth may bend The longest road that leads at life's far end Into thy hands. Into thy chastening hands: If e'er I yield to weakness or to sin, Blind to the guerdon Thou dost bid me win, Bring Thou me back, by Love's sweet discipline, Into thy hands. Into Thy healing hands; No hurt of soul or body long enthralls, The bruised heart that for thy succor calls When, far from doubting as from fear, it falls Into thy hands. Into thy saving hands: Despite assoil, infirmity, mistake, My life a perfect whole thy power can make, If Thou my shards of broken purpose take Into thy hands. Into Thy keeping hands; As safe as Heaven kept the guarded Grail-- So safe, so pure, so compassed as with mail-- The soul committed, e'en through Death's dark vale, Into thy hands.