6 My Jesus, as thou wilt! When death itself draws nigh, To thy dear wounded side I would for refuge fly. Leaning on thee, to go Where thou before hast gone; The rest as thou shalt please, My Lord, thy will be done. 7 My Jesus, as thou wilt! All shall be well for me; Each changing future scene, I gladly trust with thee. Straight to my home above I travel calmly on, And sing, in life or death, My Lord, thy will be done! 922 8s & 7s. I have led thee in right paths. Prov. 4:11. O how kindly hast thou led me, Heavenly Father, day by day! Found my dwelling, clothed and fed me, Furnished friends to cheer my way! Didst thou bless me, didst thou chasten, With thy smile, or with thy rod, ’Twas that still my step might hasten Homeward, heavenward, to my God. 2 O how slowly have I often Followed where thy hand would draw! How thy kindness failed to soften! How thy chastening failed to awe! Make me for thy rest more ready, As thy path is longer trod; Keep me in thy friendship steady, Till thou call me home, my God! 923 8s & 7s. Jesus, I my cross have taken. Jesus, I my cross have taken, All to leave and follow thee; I am poor, despised, forsaken— Thou henceforth my all shalt be: Perish every fond ambition— All I’ve sought, or hoped, or known; Yet how rich is my condition— God and heaven are still my own! 2 Let the world despise and leave me, It has left my Saviour too; Human hearts and looks deceive me, Thou art not like them, untrue; Whilst thy graces shall adorn me, God of wisdom, love, and might— Foes may hate, and friends may scorn me, Show thy face, and all is bright. 3 Go then—earthly fame and treasure, Come, disaster, scorn, and pain; In thy service, pain is pleasure— With thy favor, loss is gain. I have called thee, Abba Father! I have set my heart on thee; Storms may howl, and clouds may gather, All will work for good to me. 4 Man may trouble and distress me, ’Twill but drive me to thy breast, Life with trials hard may press me, Heaven will bring me sweeter rest. O, ’tis not in grief to harm me While thy love is left to me; O, ’twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with thee. 5 Soul—then know thy full salvation, Rise o’er sin, and fear, and care, Joy to find in every station, Something still to do or bear; Think what Spirit dwells within thee, Think what Father’s smiles are thine; Think that Jesus died to save thee; Child of heaven, canst thou repine?