3 Whate’er events betide, Thy will they all perform; Safe in thy breast my head I hide, Nor fear the coming storm. 4 Let good or ill befall, It must be good for me— Secure of having thee in all Of having all in thee. 780 7s. Make me like a little child. Jesus, cast a look on me! Give me true simplicity: Make me poor and keep me low, Seeking only thee to know. 2 All that feeds my busy pride, Cast it evermore aside: Bid my will to thine submit: Lay me humbly at thy feet. 3 Make me like a little child, Simple, teachable, and mild; Seeing only in thy light; Walking only in thy might! 4 Leaning on thy loving breast, Where a weary soul may rest; Feeling well the peace of God Flowing from thy precious blood! 781 P. M. Thou shalt guide me with thy counsel. Psalm 73:24. My Shepherd’s mighty aid, His dear redeeming love, His all-protecting power displayed, I joy to prove. Led onward by my Guide, I tread the beauteous scene, Where tranquil waters gently glide Through pastures green. 2 In error’s maze my soul Shall wander now no more; His Spirit shall, with sweet control, The lost restore. My willing steps he’ll lead In paths of righteousness; His power defend, his bounty feed, His mercy bless. 3 Affliction’s deepest gloom Shall but his love display; He will the vale of death illume With living ray. I lean upon his rod, And thankfully adore; My heart shall vindicate my God For evermore. 4 His goodness ever nigh, His mercy ever free, Shall while I live, shall when I die Still follow me. For ever shall my soul His boundless blessings prove, And, while eternal ages roll, Adore and love. 782 7s. The pearl of great price. ’Tis religion that can give Sweetest pleasure while we live; ’Tis religion must supply Solid comfort when we die. 2 After death, its joys will be Lasting as eternity! Be the living God my friend, Then my bliss shall never end. 783 8s & 7s. Except the Lord build the house. Psalm 127:1. Vainly through night’s weary hours, Keep we watch lest foes alarm; Vain our bulwarks, and our towers, But for God’s protecting arm. 2 Vain were all our toil and labor, Did not God that labor bless; Vain, without his grace and favor, Every talent we possess. 3 Vainer still the hope of heaven That on human strength relies; But to him shall help be given Who in humble faith applies.