2 But in the statutes of the Lord, Has placed his chief delight; By day he reads or hears the word, And meditates by night. 3 Green as the leaf, and ever fair, Shall his profession shine: While fruits of holiness appear Like clusters on the vine. 4 Not so the impious and unjust: What vain designs they form! Their hopes are blown away like dust, Or chaff before the storm. 5 Sinners in judgment shall not stand Among the sons of grace, When Christ the judge at his right hand Appoints his saints a place. 6 His eyes behold the path they tread, His heart approves it well; But crooked ways of sinners lead Down to the gates of hell. 773 C. M. D. O lead us gently on. Father of love, our Guide and Friend, O, lead us gently on, Until life’s trial-time shall end, And heavenly peace be won! We know not what the path may be As yet by us untrod; But we can trust our all to thee, Our Father and our God. 2 If called, like Abraham’s child, to climb The hill of sacrifice, Some angel may be there in time; Deliverance shall arise: Or, if some darker lot be good, O, teach us to endure The sorrow, pain, or solitude, That make the spirit pure! 774 C. M. Thou art my portion, O Lord. Psalm 119:57. Thou art my portion, O my God; Soon as I know thy way, My heart makes haste t’ obey thy word, And suffers no delay. 2 I choose the path of heavenly truth, And glory in my choice; Not all the riches of the earth Could make me so rejoice. 3 The testimonies of thy grace I set before mine eyes; Thence I derive my daily strength, And there my comfort lies. 4 If once I wander from thy path, I think upon my ways; Then turn my feet to thy commands, And trust thy pardoning grace. 5 Now I am thine, for ever thine; O, save thy servant, Lord: Thou art my shield, my hiding-place, My hope is in thy word. 775 C. M. 6 lines. The spirit of a little child. Father, I know that all my life Is portioned out for me; The changes that will surely come, I do not fear to see: I ask thee for a present mind, Intent on pleasing thee. 2 I ask thee for a thoughtful love, Through constant watching wise, To meet the glad with joyful smiles, And wipe the weeping eyes; A heart at leisure from itself, To soothe and sympathize. 3 I would not have the restless will That hurries to and fro, That seeks for some great thing to do, Or secret thing to know: I would be treated as a child, And guided where I go.