2 Simple, teachable, and mild, Pleased with all the Lord provides; 4 Nothing want beneath, above, Trust him, praise him evermore. 347. MEEKNESS. 2 Kent St. Ambrose Mainzer. L.M. 1 Happy the meek, whose gentle breast, 2 His heart no broken friendships sting, 3 Spirit of grace! all meek and mild, St. Mirren's-St. Ann's-Bethany. 1 He that is down, needs fear no fall; Have God to be his guide. 2 I am content with what I have; Little be it or much: C. M. And, Lord, contentment still I crave, 3 Fulness to such a burden is Durham1-French-Northampton. 1 Fierce passions discompose the mind, 2 In vain by reason and by rule For none but in the Saviour's school C. M. 2 Lord, who hast tuned my outward man To such a lively frame! Renew my heart, in holiness To praise thy sacred name. 3 While others in distresses lie, I walk at large, secure and free 4 The sick have no more cause to pray, 5 I see my friends, I taste my food, 6 Lord, thou dost keep me on my feet, O crown thy gift of health with grace, 352. WHAT SHALL I RENDER? St. Lawrence-Artaxerxes-Harlow. 1 For mercies countless as the sands, From Jesus my Redeemer's hands, C. M. Shirland-Birmingham-St. Clair. 1 The brooks that brim with showers, And sparkle on their way, S. M. Will freshen and will feed the flowers; 2 Nor will our hearts do less, For cheerfulness is usefulness,-- 3 Truth is a sacred rain, Our hearts but scanty rills, Which higher power and pleasure gain 4 If freely we receive, We freely will bestow; And tokens of our passage leave Saxony-Eastgate-Prestwich. 1 Health is a jewel dropt from heaven, Which money cannot buy, The light of life, the body's peace C. M. 2 Lord, who hast tuned my outward man 3 While others in distresses lie, I walk at large, secure and free 4 The sick have no more cause to pray, 5 I see my friends, I taste my food, 6 Lord, thou dost keep me on my feet, O crown thy gift of health with grace, 352. WHAT SHALL I RENDER? St. Lawrence-Artaxerxes-Harlow. 1 For mercies countless as the sands, From Jesus my Redeemer's hands, C. M. |