7 Bend o’er us now, as over them, And set our sleep-bound spirits free, Nor leave us slumbering in the watch Our souls should keep with thee! 897 6s & 5s. Psalm 91. God of our salvation! Unto thee we pray; Hear our supplication, Be our strength and stay. 2 Wretchéd and unworthy, Poor, and sick, and blind, Prostrate we adore thee, Call thy grace to mind. 3 He that dwelleth near thee, Safely shall abide; Ever love and fear thee, In thy strength confide. 4 Sure is thy protection, Safe is thy defense, While in deep affliction, Woe, or pestilence. 5 God of our salvation! Saviour, Prince of Peace, Boundless thy compassion, Infinite thy grace. 6 While with love unceasing, Humbly we adore; Grant us thy rich blessing, And we ask no more. SUBMISSION AND DELIVERANCE. 898 L. M. Submissiveness. Be still, my heart! these anxious cares, To thee are burdens, thorns, and snares; They cast dishonor on thy Lord, And contradict his gracious word. 2 Brought safely by his hand thus far, Why wilt thou now give place to fear? How canst thou want if he provide, Or lose thy way with such a guide? 3 Did ever trouble yet befall, And he refuse to hear thy call? And has he not his promise passed, That thou shalt overcome at last? 4 He who has helped me hitherto Will help me all my journey through, And give me daily cause to raise New trophies to his endless praise. 899 L. M. Whom have I in heaven but thee. Psalm 73:25. O Lord, thy counsels and thy care, My safety and my comfort are; And thou shalt guide me all my days, Till glory crown the work of grace. 2 In whom but thee, in heaven above, Can I repose my trust, my love? And shall an earthly object be Loved in comparison with thee? 3 My flesh is hastening to decay; Soon shall the world have passed away; And what can mortal friends avail, When heart, and strength, and life shall fail? 4 But O! my Saviour, be thou nigh, And I will triumph when I die; My strength, my portion, is divine; And Jesus is for ever mine! 900 8s & 4s. Thy will be done. My God, my Father, while I stray Far from my home, on life’s rough way, O, teach me from my heart to say, “Thy will be done!” 2 What though in lonely grief I sigh For friends beloved no longer nigh; Submissive still would I reply, “Thy will be done!”