4 Renew my will from day to day; Blend it with thine, and take away All that now makes it hard to say, "Thy will be done!" 5 Then, when on earth I breathe no more The pray'r, oft mixed with tears before, I'll sing upon a happier shore, "Thy will be done!" Charlotte Elliott, 1834. 359 Lisbon. S.M. _The Cross and Crown._ (858) Oh! what, if we are Christ's, Is earthly shame or loss? Bright shall the crown of glory be When we have borne the cross. 2 Keen was the trial once, Bitter the cup of woe, When martyred saints, baptized in blood, Christ's sufferings shared below. 3 Bright is their glory now, Boundless their joy above, Where, on the bosom of their God, They rest in perfect love. 4 Lord! may that grace be ours, Like them, in faith, to bear All that of sorrow, grief, or pain May be our portion here. Henry W. Baker, 1852. 360 Lisbon. S.M. _God Our Shepherd.--Ps. 23._ (859) The Lord my Shepherd is; I shall be well supplied: Since he is mine, and I am his, What can I want beside? 2 He leads me to the place Where heavenly pasture grows, Where living waters gently pass, And full salvation flows. 3 If e'er I go astray, He doth my soul reclaim, And guides me, in his own right way, For his most holy name. 4 While he affords his aid, I cannot yield to fear; Tho' I should walk thro' death's dark shade, My Shepherd's with me there. Isaac Watts, 1719. 361 Lisbon. S.M. _Psalm 37:3-7._ (745) Here I can firmly rest; I dare to boast of this, That God, the highest and the best, My Friend and Father is. 2 Naught have I of my own, Naught in the life I lead; What Christ hath given, that alone I dare in faith to plead. 3 I rest upon the ground Of Jesus and his blood; It is through him that I have found My soul's eternal good. 4 At cost of all I have, At cost of life and limb, I cling to God who yet shall save; I will not turn from him. 5 His Spirit in me dwells, O'er all my mind he reigns; My care and sadness he dispels, And soothes away my pains. 6 He prospers day by day His work within my heart, Till I have strength and faith to say, Thou, God, my Father art! Paul Gerhardt, 1650. Tr. by Miss C. Winkworth, 1855. 362 Segur. 8s, 7s, & 4s. _Through the Desert._ (807) Guide me, oh thou great Jehovah, Pilgrim thro' this barren land; I am weak, but thou art mighty; Hold me with thy powerful hand. Bread of heaven, Feed me till I want no more. 2 Open now thy crystal fountain, Whence the healing streams do flow, Let the fiery, cloudy pillar, Lead me all my journey thro'; Strong deliverer, Be thou still my strength and shield. 3 When I tread the verge of Jordan, Bid my anxious fears subside; Foe to death and hell's destruction, Land me safe on Canaan's side; Songs of praises, I will ever give to thee. William Williams, 1774. 363 Lisbon. S.M. _Hope Thou in God._ (860)