Father, whate’er of earthly bliss Thy sovereign will denies, Accepted at thy throne of grace, Let this petition rise: 2 Give me a calm, a thankful heart, From every murmur free; The blessings of thy grace impart, And make me live to thee. 3 Let the sweet hope that thou art mine, My life, and death attend; Thy presence through my journey shine, And crown my journey’s end. 559 C. M. Tempest-tossed. O Jesus, Saviour of the lost, My Rock and Hiding-place, By storms of sin and sorrow tost, I seek thy sheltering grace. 2 Guilty, forgive me, Lord! I cry; Pursued by foes, I come; A sinner, save me, or I die; An outcast, take me home. 3 Once safe in thine almighty arms, Let storms come on amain; There danger never, never harms; There death itself is gain. 4 And when I stand before thy throne And all thy glory see, Still be my righteousness alone To hide myself in thee. 560 C. M. Thy will be done. How sweet to be allowed to pray To God, the Holy One; With filial love and trust to say, “O God, thy will be done.” 2 We in these sacred words can find A cure for every ill; They calm and soothe the troubled mind, And bid all care be still. 3 O let that Will which gave me breath, And an immortal soul, In joy or grief, in life or death, My every wish control. 4 O, could my heart thus ever pray, Thus imitate thy Son! Teach me, O God, with truth to say, Thy will, not mine, be done. 561 C. M. Sanctify the Lord God in your hearts. 1 Pet 3:15. While thee I seek, protecting Power, Be my vain wishes stilled; And may this consecrated hour With better hopes be filled. 2 Thy love the power of thought bestowed; To thee my thoughts would soar; Thy mercy o’er my life has flowed; That mercy I adore. 3 In each event of life, how clear Thy ruling hand I see! Each blessing to my soul more dear, Because conferred by thee. 4 In every joy that crowns my days, In every pain I bear, My heart shall find delight in praise, Or seek relief in prayer. 5 When gladness wings my favored hour, Thy love my thoughts shall fill; Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower, My soul shall meet thy will. 6 My lifted eye, without a tear, The gathering storm shall see; My steadfast heart shall banish fear; That heart shall rest on thee. 562 C. M. Retirement and meditation. I love to steal awhile away From every cumbering care, And spend the hours of setting day In humble, grateful prayer.