3 When I have erred and gone astray, Afar from thine and wisdom's way, And see no glimmering, guiding ray, Still, Savior, plead for me. 4 When Satan, by my sins made bold, Strives from thy cross to loose my hold, Then with thy pitying arms enfold, And plead, oh, plead for me! 5 And when my dying hour draws near, Darkened with anguish, guilt and fear, Then to my fainting sight appear, Pleading in heaven for me. Charlotte Elliott. 355 Hamburg. L.M. _Heb. 12:6._ (852) I cannot always trace the way Where thou, Almighty One, dost move; But I can always, always say, That God is love, that God is love. 2 When fear her chilling mantle flings O'er earth, my soul to heaven above, As to her native home, upsprings, For God is love, for God is love. 3 When mystery clouds my darkened path, I'll check my dread, my doubts reprove; In this my soul sweet comfort hath, That God is love, that God is love. 4. Yes, God is love;--a thought like this Can every gloomy thought remove, And turn all tears, all woes, to bliss, For God is love, for God is love. Anon. 356 Ward. L.M. _Psalm 46._ (849) God is the refuge of his saints, When storms of sharp distress invade. Ere we can offer our complaints, Behold him present with his aid. 2 Let mountains from their seats be hurled Down to the deep, and buried there; Convulsions shake the solid world;-- Our faith shall never yield to fear. 3 There is a stream whose gentle flow Supplies the city of our God; Life, love, and joy still gliding through, And watering our divine abode:-- 4 That sacred stream, thy holy word,-- That all our raging fear controls: Sweet peace thy promises afford, And give new strength to fainting souls. Isaac Watts, 1719. 357 Sessions. L.M. _The Offices of Faith._ Faith is a living pow'r from heaven Which grasps the promise God has given; Securely fixed on Christ alone, A trust that cannot be o'erthrown. 2 Faith finds in Christ whate'er we need To save and strengthen, guide and feed; Strong in his grace, it joys to share His cross, in hope his crown to wear. 3 Faith to the conscience whispers peace, And bids the mourner's sighing cease; By faith the children's right we claim, And call upon our Father's name. 4 Such faith in us, O God, implant, And to our prayers thy favor grant; In Jesus Christ, thy saving Son, Who is our fount of health alone. Anon., 1531. 358 Elliott. 8s & 4s. _Submission to Divine Will._ My God, my Father, while I stray Far from my home, in life's rough way, Oh, teach me from my heart to say, "Thy will be done!" 2 If thou should'st call me to resign What most I prize--it ne'er was mine-- I only yield thee what was thine-- "Thy will be done!" 3 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!"