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Thy way, not mine, O Lord

Hymnal: Hymnal #254 (1874) Topics: Offices of the Church Visitation of the Sick Languages: English

When musing sorrow weeps the past

Hymnal: Hymnal #255 (1871) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Offices of the Church Visitation of the Sick Lyrics: 1 When musing sorrow weeps the past, And mourns the present pain, How sweet to think of peace at last, And feel that death is gain! 2 'Tis not that mumuring thoughts arise, And dread a Father's will; 'Tis not that meek submission flies, And would not suffer still; 3 It is that heaven-taught faith surveys The path that leads to light, And longs her eagle plumes to raise, And lose herself in sight. 4 It is that hope with ardour glows To see Him face to face, Whose dying love no language knows Sufficient art to trace. 5 It is that tortur'd conscience feels The pangs of struggling sin; Sees, though afar, the Hand that heals, And ends her war within. 6 O let me wing my hallow'd flight From earth-born woe and care, And soar above these clouds of night My Saviour's bliss to share. Languages: English

When musing sorrow weeps the past

Hymnal: Hymnal #255 (1874) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Offices of the Church Visitation of the Sick Languages: English

Thy will be done

Author: Charlotte Elliott Hymnal: Hymnal #256 (1871) Meter: Irregular Topics: Offices of the Church Visitation of the Sick First Line: My God, my Father, while I stray Lyrics: 1 My God, my Father, while I stray Far from my home in life's rough way, O teach me from my heart to say, "Thy will be done." 2 Though dark my path, and sad my lot, Let me be still and murmur not, Or breathe the prayer Divinely taught, "Thy will be done." 3 What though in lonely grief I sigh For friends beloved, no longer nigh, Submissive still would I reply, "Thy will be done." 4 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." 5 Let 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." 6 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." Languages: English

My God, my Father, while I stray

Hymnal: Hymnal #256 (1874) Meter: Irregular Topics: Offices of the Church Visitation of the Sick Languages: English

Whate'er my God ordains is right

Hymnal: Hymnal #257 (1871) Meter: Irregular Topics: Offices of the Church Visitation of the Sick Lyrics: 1 Whate'er my God ordains is right; His will is ever just; Howe'er He orders now my cause, I will be still and trust. He is my God; Though dark my road, He holds me that I shall not fall, Wherefore to Him I leave it all. 2 Whate'er my God ordains is right; He never will deceive; He leads me by the proper path, And so to Him I cleave, And take content What He hath sent; His hand can turn my griefs away, And patiently I wait His day. 3 Whate'er my God ordains is right; Though I the cup must drink That bitter seems to my faint heart, I will not fear nor shrink; Tears pass away With dawn of day; Sweet comfort yet shall fill my heart, And pain and sorrow shall depart. 4 Whate'er my God ordains is right; My Light, My Life is He, Who cannot will me aught but good; I trust Him utterly; For well I know, In joy or woe, We soon shall see, as sunlight clear, How faithful was our Guardian here. 5 Whate'er my God ordains is right; Here swill I take my stand, Though sorrow, need, or death make earth For me a desert land. My Father's care Is around me there, He holds me that I shall not fall, And so to Him I leave it all. Languages: English

Whate'er my God ordains is right

Hymnal: Hymnal #257 (1874) Meter: Irregular Topics: Offices of the Church Visitation of the Sick Languages: English

Lord, let me know my term of days

Hymnal: Hymnal #258 (1871) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Offices of the Church Burial of the Dead Lyrics: 1 Lord, let me know my term of days How soon my life will end; The numerous train of ills disclose, Which this frail state attend. 2 My Life, Thou know'st, is but a span, A cipher sums my years; And every man, in best estate, But vanity appears. 3 Man, like a shadow, vainly walks, With fruitless cares oppress'd; He heaps up wealth, but cannot tell By whom 'twill be possess'd. 4 Why then should I on worthless toys With anxious cares attend? On Thee alone my steadfast hope Shall ever, Lord, depend. 5 Lord, hear my cry, accept my tears, And listen to my prayer, Who sojourn like a stranger here, As all my fathers were. 6. O spare me yet a little time; My wasted strength restore, Before I vanish quite from hence, And shall be seen no more. Languages: English

Lord, let me know my term of days

Hymnal: Hymnal #258 (1874) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Offices of the Church Burial of the Dead Scripture: Psalm 39 Languages: English

Hear what the voice from heaven declares

Hymnal: Hymnal #259 (1871) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Offices of the Church Burial of the Dead Lyrics: 1 Hear what the voice from heaven declares To those in Christ who die: Released from all their earthly cares, They'll reign with Him on high. 2 Then why lament departed friends, Or shake at death's alarms? Death's but the servant Jesus sends to call us to His arms. 3 If sin be pardon'd, we're secure, Death hath no sting beside; The law gave sin its strength and power, But Christ, our Ransom, died. 4 The grave of all His saints He bless'd, When in the grave He lay: and, rising thence, their hopes He raised To everlasting day. 5 Then joyfully, while life we have, To Christ, our Life, we'll sing, "Where is thy victory, O grave? And where, O death, they sting? Languages: English