2 When nature's streams are dry,
Thy fulness is the same;
With this will I be satisfied,
And glory in thy name.

3 Should I a drop bemoan,
Who have a fountain near,
A fountain which will ever run
With waters sweet and clear?

4 There can no good be found
But may be found in thee;
I must have all things and abound,
While God is God to me.

5 O for a stronger faith

To look within the vail,
To credit what my Saviour saith,
Whose word can never fail!

6 Who made my heaven secure,
Will here all good provide;
While Christ is rich, can I be poor?
What can I want beside?

7 I cast my care on thee,

I triumph and adore;

Henceforth my great concern shall be
To love and please thee more.

5 Thy saints are comforted, I know,
And love thy house of prayer;
I therefore go where others go,
But find no comfort there.

6 O make this heart rejoice or ache;
Decide this doubt for me;
And if it be not broken, break,
And heal it, if it be,

221.

To

WILL, IS PRESENT WITH ME.
Selma-St. Bride's-Ipswich.

1 I would, but cannot sing,

Guilt has untuned my voice, The serpent's sin-envenomed sting Has poisoned all my joys.

2 I know the Lord is nigh,

And would, but cannot pray;
For Satan meets me when I try,
And frights my soul away.

3 I would, but can't repent,
Though I endeavour oft;
This stony heart can ne'er relent,
Till Jesus makes it soft.

4 I would, but cannot love,

Though wooed by love divine;
No arguments have power to move
A soul so base as mine.

S.M.

2 Sweet to look inward, and attend
The whispers of his love:

Sweet to look upward to the throne,
Where Jesus pleads above.

3 Sweet to look back, and see my name
In life's fair book set down;
Sweet to look forward, and behold
Eternal joy my own.

4 Sweet to reflect how grace divine
My sins on Jesus laid;

Sweet to remember that thy death
My debt of suffering paid.

5 Sweet on thy faithfulness to rest,
Whose love can never end;
Sweet on thy covenant of grace
For all things to depend.

6 Sweet, in the confidence of faith,
To trust thy truth divine;
Sweet to lie passive in thy hands,
And have no will but thine.

7 If such the sweetness of the streams, What must the fountain be,

Where saints and angels draw their bliss
Immediately from thee!

245.

THE WILL OF GOD.

C. M.

Zuingle-Jerusalem—Loughton.

1 I worship thee, sweet will of God! And all thy ways adore,

And every day I live I seem

To love thee more and more.

2 Thou wert the end, the blessed rule
Of Jesu's toils and tears;
Thou wert the passion of his heart
Those three and thirty years.

3 And he hath breathed into my soul
A special love of thee,

A love to lose my will in his,
And by that loss be free.

4 I love to kiss each print where thou
Hast set thine unseen feet;

I cannot fear thee, blessed will!
Thine empire is so sweet.

5 When obstacles and trials seem
Like prison-walls to be,

I do the little I can do,

And leave the rest to thee.

6 I know not what it is to doubt;
My heart is ever gay;

I run no risk, for, come what will,
Thou always hast thy way.

5 Oh! for the joy thy presence gives, What peace shall reign when thou art there!

Thy presence makes this den of thieves A calm delightful house of prayer. 6 And if thou make thy temple shine, Yet, self-abased, will I adore; The gold and silver are not mine; I give thee what was thine before.

St. Ann's-St. James-Canterbury. 1 Long have I sat beneath the sound Of thy salvation, Lord,

But still how weak my faith is found,
And knowledge of thy Word.

2 Oft I frequent thy holy place,
And hear almost in vain;

How small a portion of thy grace
My memory can retain.

3 How cold and feeble is my love,
How negligent my fear;
How low my hope of joys above,
How few affections there.

C. M.

4 Great God, thy sovereign power impart,
To give thy Word success;
Write thy salvation in my heart,
And make me learn thy grace.