3 If thou shouldst call me to resign What most I prize—it ne’er was mine; I only yield thee what was thine: “Thy will be done!” 4 If but my fainting heart be blest With thy sweet Spirit for its guest, My God, to thee I leave the rest: “Thy will be done!” 901 L. M. 6 lines. My grace is sufficient for thee. 2 Cor. 12:9. To weary hearts, to mourning homes, God’s meekest angel gently comes; No power hath he to banish pain, Or give us back our lost again; And yet, in tenderest love, our dear And heavenly Father sends him here. 2 Angel of patience! sent to calm Our feverish brows with cooling balm, To lay with hope the storms of fear, And reconcile life’s smile and tear, The throbs of wounded pride to still, And make our own our Father’s will! 3 O thou, who mournest on thy way, With longings for the close of day, He walks with thee, that angel kind, And gently whispers, “Be resigned! Bear up, bear on, the end shall tell, The dear Lord ordereth all things well.” 902 L. M. 6 lines. Thy footsteps are not known. Psalm 77:19. O let my trembling soul be still, While darkness vails this mortal eye, And wait thy wise, thy holy will, Wrapped yet in fears and mystery; I can not, Lord, thy purpose see; Yet all is well, since ruled by thee. 2 So trusting in thy love, I tread The narrow path of duty on; What though some cherished joys are fled? What though some flattering dreams are gone? Yet purer, nobler joys remain, And peace is won through conquered pain. 903 L. M. 6 lines. Deut. 33:25. When adverse winds and waves arise, And in my heart despondence sighs; When life her throng of cares reveals, And weakness o’er my spirit steals, Grateful I hear the kind decree, That “as my day, my strength shall be.” 2 When, with sad footsteps, memory roves ’Mid smitten joys and buried loves, When sleep my tearful pillow flies, And dewy morning drinks my sighs, Still to thy promise, Lord! I flee, That “as my day, my strength shall be.” 3 One trial more must yet be past: One pang—the keenest and the last; And when, with brow convulsed and pale, My feeble, quivering heart-strings fail, Redeemer! grant my soul to see, That “as my day, my strength shall be.” 904 C. M. Not as I will. Mark 14:36. All as God wills! who wisely heeds To give or to withhold, And knoweth more of all my needs Than all my prayers have told.