"My times are in Thy hand."-Pe. xxxi, 15. If thou shouldst take them all away, Let me not drop a murm'ring word, In thee, and thee alone. What is the world, and all things here? Tis but a bitter sweet: When I attempt a rose to pluck, Here perfect bliss can ne'er be found : 'Midst changing scenes and dying friends, Be thou my all in all. CLXI. 'My times are in Thy hand."-Ps. xxxi. I5. All my times are in thy hand— He that form'd me in the womb, Times of sickness, times of health; Times, the tempter's pow'r to prove ; Times, to taste a SAVIOUR's love: All must come, and last, and end, As shall please my heav'nly Friend. Plagues and deaths around me fly; Till he bids, I cannot die: When the time he wills is come, Nought can keep me from my home. CLXII. Acts xvii. 26. GREAT Sov'reign Ruler of the skies, Great God, our habitation's bound There were our hairs all number'd found, The time and means are known to Thee, Be still, my thoughts, nor vainly rove, But own your Maker's sov'reign sway; Whose will, the God of truth and love, All beings, worlds, and things, obey. Glory to God, our Cov'nant God, Whene'er he makes the summons known, The sinner, wash'd in Jesu's blood, With joy shall meet him at his throne. CLXIII. Numbers, xxiii, 10. How blest the righteous are "Oh! let me die," said he, "The death the righteous do; When life is ended, let me be Found with the faithful few." The force of truth, how great! None but the righteous, whom they hate, But Balaam's wish was vain, He seem'd the Lord to know, But Mammon prov'd his overthrow, CLXIV. Jer. xvii. 5, 8. As parched in the barren sands, The worthless bramble with ring stands, Such is the sinner's awful case, A secret curse destroys his root, But happy he whose hopes depend The soul that trusts in such a friend, Can ne'er be overthrown. Though gourds should wither, cisterns break, No change his solid hope can shake, |