919 7s. All things work together for good. Psalm 31. Sovereign Ruler of the skies, Ever gracious, ever wise! All my times are in thy hand; All events at thy command. 2 Times of sickness, times of health, Times of penury and wealth— All must come, and last, and end, As shall please my heavenly Friend. 3 O thou gracious, wise and just! In thy hands my life I trust; Have I somewhat dearer still?— I resign it to thy will. 4 Thee at all times will I bless; Having thee, I all possess: Ne’er can I bereavéd be, While I do not part with thee. 920 S. M. As a weaned child. Psalm 131:2. Quiet, Lord, my froward heart, Make me teachable and mild, Upright, simple, free from art, Make me as a weanéd child; From distrust and envy free, Pleased with all that pleases thee. 2 What thou shalt to-day provide, Let me as a child receive: What to-morrow may betide, Calmly to thy wisdom leave; ’Tis enough that thou wilt care— Why should I the burden bear? 3 As a little child relies On a care beyond his own; Knows he’s neither strong nor wise, Fears to stir a step alone; Let me thus with thee abide, As my Father, Guard, and Guide. 921 6s. As thou wilt. Matt. 26:39. My Jesus, as thou wilt! O may thy will be mine! Into thy hand of love I would my all resign. Through sorrow, or through joy, Conduct me as thine own, And help me still to say, My Lord, thy will be done! 2 My Jesus, as thou wilt! If needy here and poor, Give me thy people’s bread, Their portion rich and sure. The manna of thy word Let my soul feed upon; And if all else should fail— My Lord, thy will be done! 3 My Jesus, as thou wilt: If among thorns I go, Still sometimes here and there, Let a few roses blow. But thou on earth, along The thorny pain hast gone; Then lead me after thee; My Lord, thy will be done! 4 My Jesus, as thou wilt! Though seen through many a tear, Let not my star of hope Grow dim or disappear. Since thou on earth hast wept And sorrowed oft alone, If I must weep with thee, My Lord, thy will be done! 5 My Jesus, as thou wilt! If loved ones must depart, Suffer not sorrow’s flood To overwhelm my heart; For they are blest with thee, Thy race and conflict won; Let me but follow them; My Lord, thy will be done!